She said as we laid in bed in the early morning.
"Baby, I just want you to go about your normal routine so let's have whatever you want for breakfast."
Something in my vacant lot most called a heart skipped a beat.
"Well sweetheart, I knew you were a keeper when I first met you.
I mean few woman can truly appreciate fresh escorts in bed.
You have exquisite tastes my darling."
My exquisite bed companion went dead silent before bursting out in laughter.
She was one of the few that got the joke and was far from the punch line.
What lay in the cards nobody truly knows.
But from what I viewed between these sheets horizon, it was a beautiful site indeed.
Salute.
Frank Murphy, lives in Kill Devil Hills North Carolina.
Where he pens his pages and chases death and publication one rejection at a time.
His work has been published in.
The Black Shamrock Magazine, Spill The Words Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Drinkers Only .... Oh yeah and this lovely publication you are currently reading.
He enjoys a stiff drink and good music and fine asses.
But then again who doesn't?
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