Hearts break when the loon calls -- Part 3

Dear B,

That’s love! Sand is the gift that keeps giving…everywhere…every crevice. I enjoyed the passion in this write. Great to see you back! H🌷

It gets… everywhere! Omg!

Also? Missed you Hon.

Thanks for the read.

so sexy lovely one 💕

Thank you my sweet lady

❤️I sure like when you get all squishy

I mean parts of me are alway squishy…

Heh heh heh.

Thanks Lady.

Right?! And I give happy endings (wink)

So, I've decided.  I'm going to really really quit smoking.  So I can chase you when you run. And then I'm going to trip you, and take all of your poems out of your pockets.  That way, when you leave us again, I can post one of your offerings periodically.  

It's better than cold turkey... That drop off when you go, hurts the poet person in my head.  

Styx… I’m fast. I’ve been running for years.

You have to catch me, trip me, and stick your hands in my pants… uh… pockets fast as fuck.

Thank you.. I mean it.

Crap.
Edit:
When my old,  kinda crippled ass gets the pity head start, and you pass me,  that's when I trip you. And then I do the pocket pokie things.  
No one said that you have to run too fast.  Pace yourself.  You may need some energy for... stuff.

You do know about turtles, right?  

Styx… I have those daddy issues we talked about.

Now in the lesbian world, I’m a daddy… but that’s different.

Oh no! Did I let myself get tripped! Noooo! I fell! Right on your lap! Oh dear! How did this happen…

Is that a turtle head in your pants or are you just happy to see me?

Damn, how I love it when someone pulls me out of my shy shell.  
I get so tired of manipulating myself.  

Awww.

Hey.

Be you. I like you that way.