It was dark.
A velvet blackness hiding promises of narcotic delight.
His eyes sought her's and she gazed at him, waiting, seeing his need.
His voice, when he finally spoke, had a grave like quality as if from far away in a different time, another place.
"You better make that a double shot latte instead".
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I will, just as soon as they post for this week lol
Oooh! I like it!!! Makes me yearn for nice White Chocolate Mocha this morning! Happy Friday!
thanks Snow!
I'm definately a latte man my self but I respect your personal preference lol and next time you're in town I will treat you to a white choc moc
AH! Coffee... Man.. I could do with some today..I am so tired...( its the end of the day at my place)
Now you make me want some! :)
Thanks for your visit Toadee> You are funny & I like that!
Yeah that coffee is some serious business, isn't it?
I have to tell you, every week it takes me 3 or 4 tries to find your 55....can you ...find a way to mark the right blog?
Thanks for playing 55 with us, see you next week!
Toadee! How terrific you are!! :)
I felt just like that this morning!!
--snow
it feels so neat when people can actually identify with something I've written, thank you miss elf
Limericks and 55's-great job on the twist!
Toadee this is great
hey, thanks guys. Appreciate your visits and feedback.
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