A.G.E's Joint

So the topic is “On the Road Again?” Kind of a tough one, since I just did a road trip story. But, that means I’ll have to use chance operations. Maybe my mind will get enriched. Like noticing the pic for this week Is the perfect finish to a romantic weekend. Wine with a shower. Good loofah action there. Drinking a cup while drinking each other’s cup. Maybe I should find an old Olds 98. A boat anchor With a bench in the back big enough for two Run it down to Miami And get it stuck in the Daytona strand While a cute blonde looks on. She’s sympathetic And she has a box of Bota For when quantity means more Than quality. Steamy scents in bedroom And bathroom Until all Ends in a tangle Of limbs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Colleen Keller Breuning Pic- Sallon Newlove Pic Guesses-Steamy (in blog), Drink from each other’s cups (in blog), Steamy scents (in blog), Loofah action, Relaxing, End ...

I want to dance with you Bringing the sun up And puting it to bed With my arms entwined with yours I want to raise children And grandchildren And have them scattered With my arms entwined with yours And when we leave this plane I want to rise with the sun Set with the sun With my arms entwined with yours. So pour the glass Take my hand And let us drink With our arms entwined with each other. 

Cold glass Warm feeling Ravel from the speakers Roses from your hair. Share us now Red wine Soft touch Gracious joy Blessed sleep.

Christmas eve and spirits past hang heavy. As Kari looked into her glass, it occurred to her this was not her favorite holiday.   Old clients communing in their own midnight mass above her weathered couch.   But Kari didn’t like to think of herself as a Priestess, powerful and holy.   She wasn’t.   She was a human helping other humans’ transition to the next phase, whatever it might be.   That is all. The images always seemed to mock her loneliness and vulnerability.  And really, why couldn't they do that at All Saints.  It was what the holiday was for she thought, gulping down the ruby dregs.  She was so stoned she couldn’t make sense of the images on the TV.  A mummified skeletor speaking demanded attention.   The audio didn’t match the video exactly, l ike one of those poorly dubbed art movies. The addled brain had some difficulty processing the effect. A disembodied voice stated her weight would disappear if she would just ...