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[title] => The Morning After an Incredible Night
[time] => 2005-08-10 20:50:11
[hometext] => *The final poem in the yellow bikini series, hope you enjoy!*
[bodytext] => The sound of running water fills my ears. I am lying in the bed, naked, so I grab my boxers and put them on. I crawl out of bed, walk past the yellow bikini on the floor, and stop at the doorway to the bathroom. There she is, brushing her teeth, in a while blouse, and red panties. Oh God, does she look sexy. “How’d you sleep, sweetie?” she asks softly. “It was the best sleep I ever had,” I say with a smile. She kisses me for a long time after she finishes brushing. I take her and we leap on to the bed. Curling her hair behind her ear, I say to her, “You were incredible last night.” “No,” she responds. “You were incredible.” I awake to the sound of easy breathing. Wait, where’s my alarm? It’s 11 o’clock in the morning. I missed my alarm! …Oh wait it’s Saturday… The breathing continues. Finally I look over. Oh my God, There she is. In her blouse and red panties. It’s her. It wasn’t a dream. This whole saga of dreams, weren’t dreams at all! She stirs, and awakes. “You were incredible last night,” I say to her. “No,” she responds, “You were incredible.” We kiss a slow passionate kiss. A thousand thoughts of her fill my mind. But one overrides them all. And that is that she thinks... …I… …was… …incredible… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => thepizzaguy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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