Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. Once secured, she leaned over his body and kissed down his neck to his collarbone. Occasionally licking and nibbling, she worked her way back up to his ear lobe. He strained his neck towards her in an effort to nibble her ear too, but she moved off him too quickly. Before he had a moment to complain, she lightly trailed her tongue along the length of his hard cock. He groaned in response just before she grasped his cock in her hand. He breathed in through his nose deeply trying to calm himself. “Tomorrow, great,” she said. “Not tonight, okay?” Instantly, she was sorry.“Okay. Cuddle.”“I’m sorry, George, and you were so nice tonight, too. It’s just that the week was...”“Hey,” he said. “You don’t need to explain. Tomorrow is fine. Morning love is better. Even better, I mean.” They settled into the spoon, and he hugged her while she took the longest time to get to sleep. He had used a euphemism; this was love. She woke enough to feel him tucking the afghan around her, then dropped back.Read More
