I’d
like to take an afternoon nap on the couch, stretched out on top of Peter
Graves, as the light through the window dims into a summer shower.
Ceiling fan, hard lemonade, bare feet and
potato salad.
My head on his chest, the smell of a freshly laundered cotton
shirt and the man wearing it.
1 comment:
Oh, yes :-) That sounds ideal.
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