Besides kissing, fondling, fucking, going down on a woman is one of my favorite activities. It’s mandatory.

I’m off for a cold shower….

At least you have a shower. I have an old claw tub in an ancient building. They are slowly renovating all apartments to give us showers and new tubs and better hookup to hot water. Right now is two heaters per floor of 12 apartments. Changing to one per 3 apartments. My renovation date is in February. If the building hadn’t changed hands nothing would have changed. By law, we have an elevator (4 floor building). It is far from my apt. To check mail or leave I just use the front stairs.

I find that many times what I posted isn’t WYSIWYG. Lines that are even end up with
odd spaces. Does that happen to you, also?
Sometimes I leave it other times retype.

You have a very erotic mind Lady

I couldn’t live without my full manhood. Sounds painful. I’m sure John Wayne Bobbitt could relate and sympathize. 🙂

Cleverly penned, Tim. Speaking truth my friend, this has layers. Appreciate you.

Damian

Boom. You nailed it.

I like this! I may expound on this in a different way.

Finished it. It’s entitled Alzheimer’s and it will be posted tomorrow sometime around noon. My first posting tomorrow and it will be dedicated to you.

You wove this metaphor brilliantly my friend. Great raw poetry that holds nothing back. Great work my friend.

John

I enjoyed this immensely.
👍

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Tim this is beautiful I enjoyed the metaphors here… I don’t know how to stop hoping no matter what I pray you find belief an understanding of God as I have found him truly to be I looked at church and never found him there… then my scope widened and I found him everywhere ❤️

Man, I love the part where you found an old smile. The whole piece is great but something about those two words together made me smile. And no, it’s not old! lol
It gave ma a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderful write amigo!
Thanks for posting.

Powerful work.

Tim, this read like a man on a quest to find the joy he once had. You took this metaphor and flew with it my friend. I could visualize the old red jacket in the trunk and you finding it and looking in the pockets for what once was. Truly great work.

John