So you probably all know by now that the Burrow, over at Burrowers, Books & Balderdash, are posting an image every Sunday for you to all write drabbles to. And... because I'm me, I thought I'd share a
Your words in my ear and I know what you have in mind.
A like mind.
An unlikely romance, to look at us.
Jack Sprat, some would say.
But your words and your eyes tell me something about you.
Our delicious meeting of minds, a collusion of souls.
So intrigued with things so uncommon,
Or rather too common.
Most would overlook the possibilities.
There are endless possibilities,
As many as there are things, I would say.
And so here we are, you and I
And never have I found
As this provocative meeting of minds.
I suppose that is a cynical view. Or not. Suck suck for fifty pence... definite mass appeal...
"Oh, Frank, just let me enjoy how you look a little longer."
"But Martha, I'm getting cold. Did you open the freezer?"
"I might have. I had a little something special in there. Would you like me to show you?"
"It's not the frozen Hot Wheels again?"
"No, love. It's better."
"But I'm cold already."
"So do you want me to enjoy it alone?"
"No. I just want you to warm me up."
"But Frank, we can't waste it. Here, just hold on a second."
"Ahhhh! That was freezing!"
"Here darling, let me warm you up."