From The Journal

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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'Twas the day of the meeting and the phone shat its soul little thoughts, some were fleeting came in fragments, none whole. He had slept like a gator, with his eyes on alert she could come a bit later she, his exquisite flirt. In his dreams there was trouble they had moved part of town and the station was rubble all the parkland was brown. Had she vanished? Decided it was time to abscond there were spirits that guided silly thoughts from beyond. Waking early, he'd travelled with an eye out for strife all his plans had unravelled when a car took his life. Such chaotic illusion, reminiscent of school with its youthful confusion and the right to be cool. Well, he needn't have worried there she was in her dress she had secretly hurried and was braless, God bless. Kiss me angel, she uses a smooth tongue every time no pretense, no excuses though the thought of a lime, or a lemon to trigger the release from the glands of a juicy and bigger flow to fill the demands. He was smitten by all that she carried with pride and they shopped in the mall swinging hips, side by side. He was proud just to wander with their fingers well linked, in his head he would ponder but would never have blinked. They bought fabric and towels and went gambling for sure she pronounced all her vowels with an accent so pure that his ears, used to laughter had to strain to obtain all nuances, and after they went out for Champagne. The Jacuzzi was steaming and they rested their bones sipping grapes is like dreaming and one enters the zones. There was much and they basked in their pheromones' scent now and then one would ask what their love really meant. And their closeness grew tighter they adored all there is and their smiles became brighter as they finished their fizz. Just good manners prevent me to reveal to you all (you might also resent me with your eyes on your ball) , there was bliss and frutition like two prominent guests and a lack of condition in her wonderful breast. Let me close by reminding that no words need be said when the heart starts unwinding from its ties with the head.

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