Food for Thought

.
You owe me big time Mr..

A giggle heard as I say it

And not only that it's only 11am..

Another giggle followed by a sharp intake
of breath.

Before finally I leave him standing
Hearing him still breathing heavy
as I make my way to the kitchen

You outta condition old man..I call out

Making a mental note to sutble exercise
him in the future
taking a beer from the fridge
finding him dressed and seated

Yeah I know before you say anything it's 11am I know ok..

A smile widens across his flushed face as he beckons me to him

As I burst into song
a cool beer helps the medicine go  down.. the medicine go down ..

As we both end up smooching on the sofa.

In quite the most delightful way. ..