To wake up next to her
Is a thing of beauty
If you could please excuse me
I want to devour you completely
So you don’t forget
What it’s like to lay on my chest
I want you
I want to hold you close
I want to feel your warmth
The build up
Underneath the sheets
The blankets trap the heat
And I think
What did I do to deserve this?
My heart feels like a furnace
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There is some sort of simpatico in the selection process.
The perfect woman and the perfect avocado.
An important lesson to be learned is to never judge a book by its cover.
Texture is important of course.
Not too hard.
Not too soft.
I guess you never can tell what is going to be on the inside by observation alone.
You must take them home and get them to open up.
There is so much to be learned about picking the perfect woman and picking the perfect avocado.
It truly is an art form.
You don’t want to end up with an alligator pear after all.
Perched somewhere in the kitchen.
Biding its time for the right moment to bite your head off (To avoid this situation on the regular stock up on wine in abundance).
Cause at the end of the day lives will be lived.
Time will age perfection.
Its all about the conversation.
When things become ripe the best way to open her up will be with words.
I’ll tell you this much.
There is no better feeling in the world.
Than opening up an avocado to see that nurtured lush green hearts center.
The seed of love.
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