Fluff
I lay on the bed idling my time,
My husbands in the bathroom he’s doing fine.
He comes to bed and slips under the covers
We lay together we were going to be lovers.
I let my fingers walk across his midriff,
They fell in a hole as big as though off a cliff.
The good thing I found even though in a huff
They had a soft landing with all the belly button fluff.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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