Freddy really liked to cook with spice;
Peppers and chilies were his delights!
He'd eat them grilled, baked, and pickled.
When the heat kicked in, he was so tickled!
One day he cooked for him and his wife;
Getting sweaty from food was their spice of life! (wink wink)
Some time after, his wife got frisky,
And decided for something rather risky!
In the kitchen they tore it up;
On the cutting board she plopped her butt!
Scraps of food both mild and hot
Sat on that most lustrous spot!
Freddy was really having his turn,
When something felt it started to burn!
He fought through the heat for now,
But then it hit him with a POW!
He screamed in pain,
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"I told you!" "No Mandino, you said the room would be beside the trash bins." "Okay, okay no trashbins." I stand staring at the double beds. I wind my way through the room to the draw curtained windows and pull them back to reveal the small balcony overlooking … the end of the airport runway as an Airbus rips the air apart in its lion roar and leap like Icarus upward into Greek blue skies.
The booking had been clear and precise; we'd discussed all the requirements in detail with t
He was begging me.
"Take me! Take me!"
"No," I said.
"Oh, but please, Miss!"
Again, I turned him down.
"Please?"
I could feel his scent. Sweet, delicious. Seductive. I shook my head.
"But Miss, I love you!"
"I love you too, my dearest. But I cannot do what you're asking of me. It is wrong" So
delightfully wrong.
"I promise I won't tell anyone"
I could feel my heart beating faster.
"Nobody will ever know. It will be our little secret"
Oh, how I wanted him.
Slowly, I reached out my hand. With two fingers I held him. I led him towards my mouth.
"Yes, miss! Yes! Just a little more now..."
And then, in one quick motion, I put the
Neighbor
Once upon a time
My shaggy funny neighbor
Decided to be prime
And make a little labour.
He took his cycle stoutly
To be as fast as lynx
He raised his head so proudly
And told to me few things:
"I'm gonna make a journey
To find my first true love!"
I thought he needs a learning
And given him a shove.
He left his home so early
And drove over the bridge.
Well, I can't tell you surely
He went to lake or ridge.
He was so pretty lucky
And had so smiley eyes.
So strange and funny buddy
With thoughts into the skies!
But soon he turn back poorly,
With face and bike in mud,
So sad and really surly...
My shaggy gloomy bu