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Oh Shit

This.
It's shhhh
As I tiptoe to surprise her...
Not with a tish,
But colored roses.
Privately prepared and peppered with
A soft fragrance to awaken
The arousing arrogance
And a bottle of Pinot
To send the senses soaring
Two wine glasses to fill our longing
Slowly stepping on the soft white plush carpet
Opening the bedroom door
To discover her
Waiting for me in her navy blue panties
Toe-stepping onto a small red lego
Turning my comfort to agonizing pain
Body thus tilts and..
I could see the first drops flow
from the rim of the bottle
Reach into the air and makes its way in to hist
Fall to the plush, white carpet.
It hits the moment
Splashing its color in the widest area it can.
Oh. This.
It’s her look is all I can see from now on.

Wine never tastes as good alone on your couch.
Written by drunkenplaywords
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