I unwrapped you
From your vacuum
Pack/stacked
Across your firm chest
Down the happy trail
Of grease you left
To make a ripple
Across the sheet
Skill(et) set match
Game point
My tongue desirous
Of your hot flesh
We split our sides
Trying to make use
of the two
minutes
over medium
You waited for
Me to cool before
The salty tease
Like neck kisses
And after
The slippery fingers
The smell that lingers
Reminding us
Of the goodness
In our home
And why we want to
Know this, see this,
Leave this
So we can return
To it
That it is home
Because we made it
Don’t try to analyze this one, just let the smell of bacon wash over you like the first time you walked into your own place and your honey had been cooking bacon, or you cooked some up together before you had to run out the door to the game and when you returned, how you remembered those salty, sweet moments of bliss. That pure bacon happiness…
Ahhh yes!! Bacon! Where would we be without it!? Thanks for the tribute to a mighty breakfast food which is destined to go unappreciated by Muslims and many Jews.
Hey Jesster: Many thanks to you for the calendar we just received. It will remind us of you all year long. I assume you took all the pictures, but did you also write all the copy? You’ve been busy at your computer, young lady.
Look out for a Christmas letter and family photo coming your way soon. And if you ever make your way back to the desert, I will be crestfallen if you don’t let me know. All the best to you now and in 2014!
Ha, ha! You are so welcome, Joe. The calendar was indeed an independent effort with so many photos and words to share from a vault overflowing with inspirational beauty and life lessons this last year in Costa Rica. Your family letter and photo are always appreciated but this year, you all look especially accomplished! Take care Clements Clan! OX, Jess