Category: love

Beer of our Love

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Magical yeast mixes with hops, barley, and water from a virgin spring to create a golden frothy liquid that touches the lips and heightens the senses.

Throughout the ages, monks have quenched their sexual desires by placing beer glasses to their lips, then being constantly tipsy. 

Not one for any convention; you created a beer like no other. You call it “Our golden goddess goon” as you say, I turn into the golden goddess goony whenever I drink the brew. 

The beer of our love showers us daily. It froths in our minds to foam all over our bodies, to stain the bed, sheets, carpets and the walls.

Knife and Fork

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The roast lamb is carved, the potatoes are golden, and the vegetables steam happiness, which curls and weaves a path to the chandelier of crystal so bright. 

What a delightful sight amongst the candles on this moonless night.

I think of your body and the way you used to say, “Let’s die with all the money!” or how you took my body in your hands and tried to squeeze out all of my light.

Scraping my fork and knife on the dinner plate sends shivers down my spine.

I am reminded of that time you squealed like a piglet when I stuck a knife into your heart.

Planking

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To

plank is to be free from the constraints of society and do something peculiar. Something no one really understands, yet certain people like to do.

To

be with you is something different and new.

To

plank for you sets my heart on fire, and my ears buzz.

To

plank on the chocolate biscuits of your love is so sweet, as we contort and crumble all over the floor.

Your Extreme Ironing Nature

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Your passion for extremes has always given me a sense of excitement and this newfound energy. I got caught up in your adventurous nature, that dark curly hair, and those sparkly eyes.

I never understood why your ironing basket was always empty, why you had those strange contraptions hooked on to your ironing board, and why you always took so much care of that ironing board.

I began to question our love, for you would sneak away and then return unkempt and exhausted. What were you doing? Did you find someone else to touch and tingle?

Then one day, out of the blue, you took me into your world and showed me your soul. You showed me how much you love to go on adventures, how to conduct extreme ironing in exotic locations, why adventures together are better than adventures alone, and why power points never seem close when you are so far away.

We continue to embrace your ironing board until this day. We have photographs on our walls of that ironing board, you and me.