Gratitude-------Humor

Oh, my love, without you, I cannot breathe, That hot am of yours, going up my sleeve! Eternal Father......... what a fine mensch, I found that night on the slivered park bench! Ouch, the pain, but ah, so sensually groovy. We removed them on our knees in gratitude. I mean it Father, not as a platitude, days ahead of nothing but him. Add tall, frosted glasses, of ice cold, Bombay Gin!! 5/17/2021