You’re so far away
A whole ocean of sheets
Close the gap
Open my thighs
We told ourselves one day
We would see days like this
But I miss
My nights with you
Sneaking out
Like kids do
Black lace in
A hotel room
I still have
The same perfume
I wear it when
I’m really missing you
I dreamt you invited me to dinner
I wasn’t the only one but I didn’t mind
You wanted me there
And it was so innocent
Someone I didn’t expect was on your other arm and I adored them
And I adored this for us
I miss you like hell
I’m both pro herbal medicine and pro vaccination because you can treat burns with aloe vera juice and sore throats with lavender infused honey but you can’t rid a country of polio with plants.
Valentine’s Day can be iffy. Allow me to remind you of all the productions that decided to throw in a wet darcy
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Today’s gay disaster:
So two firefighters came into my store this morning. Now, we get firefighters in the store once in a while, probably because our complex is perpetually setting off the fire alarm, and every time they show up my whole team fawns over them like they’re walking sex gods and I don’t really Get It.
But y’all. Two firefighters came into my store this morning, and I Get It. Because that woman was so goddamn attractive, with her dark eyes and her muscles and her strong hands and her charming smile and her casual confidence just lounging around like she owned the place and a;dlfghadfghdfg I have never looked at ANYONE and immediately stopped breathing but y’all it HAPPENED. This woman was so stunningly handsome that I literally cannot tell you what the other female firefighter in the room looked like beyond “I think she was blonde.”
But you know what, I’m BoH so I didn’t have to talk to the stunningly handsome firefighter, and that was fine. I minded my business and tried (and failed) not to look at her. Until the next guests came in, and I said “Hi, welcome in!” reflexively like I’m supposed to.
And this firefighter. She looked at me with this cheeky little smirk, and she said, “Hey now. You didn’t welcome me in.”
And instead of saying something coy, or charming, or clever, the words that actually came out of my mouth were: “Well, you’re very attractive, and it threw me off.”
Y’all she chuckled and she WINKED AT ME. And I’m pretty sure I died on the spot.
She was so charming that I didn’t realize until an hour later that she wasn’t wearing a mask and I’d forgotten to be annoyed about it.
So today I get to work and my boss hands me my paperwork and… a lighter. A nondescript blue plastic lighter, which I flip over a couple of times looking for initials and then, not seeing any, I ask, “Whose is this?”
“It’s for you,” my boss says, with that look on his face like he’s trying not to give away the punchline of a joke.
And y’all, it’s relatively early in the morning. I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. I haven’t had my coffee yet. So forgive me, because my dumb gay ass asks, “What for?”
Which it turns out is exactly what he wants me to ask, because he says with a big grin, “Heard you wanted to get someone’s attention at the fire department.”
All day long at regular intervals he points out flammable objects around the store.
I swear my entire team is out to get me.
