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Well, that woke me right up!
I was like one of those cartoon wolves.
Eyes popping out of my head.
Stretching the muscles that hold them in.
Tongue out.
I think there was even an audible “sproy-oy-oy-oy-yoing” sound
And a tinny old car horn, “Ca-hooooogah!”
Steam from my ears like a tea kettle.
Boiling.
Hot.
I didn’t really get all crazy, baby.
That’s not so much my style.
I remained calm and composed as I perused your sweet, fine frame.
I imagined nuzzling my nose into your neck
And nibbling your ear
Until you cackle like you’re laying an egg.
And because I am at work, ‘click’,
The image is gone.
The Supercow pictures
From Halloween
Are for public consumption.
This one is for me.
Have a good lunch baby.
I can’t wait to get you all wrapped around me.
I was like one of those cartoon wolves.
Eyes popping out of my head.
Stretching the muscles that hold them in.
Tongue out.
I think there was even an audible “sproy-oy-oy-oy-yoing” sound
And a tinny old car horn, “Ca-hooooogah!”
Steam from my ears like a tea kettle.
Boiling.
Hot.
I didn’t really get all crazy, baby.
That’s not so much my style.
I remained calm and composed as I perused your sweet, fine frame.
I imagined nuzzling my nose into your neck
And nibbling your ear
Until you cackle like you’re laying an egg.
And because I am at work, ‘click’,
The image is gone.
The Supercow pictures
From Halloween
Are for public consumption.
This one is for me.
Have a good lunch baby.
I can’t wait to get you all wrapped around me.
The Valentine Photo
*Aaron Dailey lives in Davis, CA.