My fellow staff colleagues and I greet today with varied and mixed feelings as the final misty moments click down from our summer hour schedule. The good news is we will not have to sleepdrive our way here at the buttcrack of dawn or stare forlornly waiting for the pokey minutes to tick away heading toward that glorious SIX. Of course the downside is not having Fridays free to indulge in three-day weekends replete with sleeping in, taking a mini-vacation, running errands, or indulging in many outdoor, pleasure-laden activities. A brief Sat/Sun weekend just doesn’t seem extended enough to ‘get the party started.’
Yesterday found our organization enjoying yet another Mexican Pile-On for lunch. I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out what screwball department was first in the queue. But even more galling were the pushy crew of unknown male high school summer help heading that line with their voracious appetites and piled high plates. And exactly which ingredient had each contributed to this mutual group endeavor? Nada!
Lustful hesitation. Despair and desire. Entangled enchantment. Physical attraction. Fighting off nerves. Irrational fears. Dissimilar levels. Uneven playing fields. Quivering mouth, wet lips, earth-shaking fantasies. The right Mr. Wrong. A thousand flashing red lights, a million unspoken questions and yet………
I want to. I long to. Chilled liquid courage. Smiles holding future promise. Dare I? ;)
Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past
A strand of silver hanging through the
sky
Touching more than you see
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Oinkers!
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