There’s a look
A feel
A sensation
Care enough
But not too much
Topless Tuesday
I am sexy
I’m the epitome of sexy
You know you want to pet this pussy
I’m not just any glamour cat
You’ll have to prove your worth to me
A can of tuna should suffice
Topless Tuesday
It is a beautiful day
Sky so clear
I can reach up to the heavens
There are gifts of nature
And natural gifts
I am ready to receive.
Topless Tuesday
A day at the beach
A day to be free
A day to feel the light caress of the breezy on my skin
A day to see the look on your face
A day to just be me
Topless Tuesday
Mornings are hard
With you to wake up to, I think I can manage
A sip of coffee and cream
A sip, just a sip,
of something a bit more
To get me going
Topless Tuesday
I don’t want to get up.
I’ll stay right here, beside you. I’ll accept your hand, your kisses, your heat.
I’ll call in sick, or cuddling.
Who wouldn’t accept that as a reason to stay home from work?
“Yes, I can’t come in today, I’m cuddling.”
“Right,” Boss says, “I can hear how well that ‘cuddling’ is coming.”
What can I say?