No Good Title

Loooool I have so much more to say about tonight, about how lovely you were, and how I'll never see the flag the same way again. About how excited it made me to hear you say you were excited about the ways we'll be spending time together in the near future. About that grin you gave me early in the evening… About how much I can't wait until this weekend, even if it really does prove to be just The So-and-Sos and The So-and-Sos. Especially if it works out that way…

But right now, my brain is a frizzle fry… so instead I'm going to just share with you something ridiculously silly that I wrote a few days ago and was saving for a rainy day…

I mean, it didn't rain tonight, but you did wear a pair of shorts that were very becoming, soooooo… Sorry? Lol. Do your best to read it in a Sam Elliott voice. It's called…

Sometimes, there's a booty

…I only mention it because sometimes there's a booty… I won't say a nice ass, ‘cause, what's a nice ass? But sometimes, there's a booty. And I'm talkin’ about your booty here. Sometimes, there's a booty, well, it's the booty for its time and place. It fits right in there. And that's your booty, atop those endless legs. And even if it's a nice round booty — and your booty is most certainly that. Quite possibly the nicest roundest booty I've seen, which would place it high in the runnin’ for nicest and roundest worldwide. But sometimes there's a booty. Sometimes, there's a booty. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I've done introduced it enough.

Ahem. Anyhow. Goodnight, my love. I love you — all of you, head to toe, skin to core… regardless of how it may sound sometimes, lol.

(But good god, you do have a truly incredible butt, seriously… makes a grown man weep…)

Alright. Shutting this off before I dig myself too deep a hole, lol. Love you. G'night!