Just to see you smile. The sun shimmering in your hair. That's what summer is. Stripped to its bare bones, raw love, passon. No texting, no cards no letters. Just letting be. So as winter falls fast, I paint the floor where you so often walk, in the room we first fucked.....a deep barn red, and garnish it with a heart.
When all I want to do is walk through your footsteps. Hold the memory of you close.....my love. And not flirt and fuck strangers to forget you. How much I love you so.
An almost two week job......but a lover would like to help.....hmmmm
But he has to help groom trails.
I had to clean the house after driving 5 hours in a white out, on icy roads. Bow to fix all the husband"s fuck ups in our finances, then to wah walls, and paint the storage room. Then to figure out what to do about plowing the drive way. We just got a foot or more if snow. I have a plow truck, but needs some minor work he promised to get done this summer,,,,,, for three years. Venting.
For two weeks, yes! Time to just relax and get the stench of him out of the house. Try to fix all his fuck ups.
