A Forbidden Activity April 29, 2008
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She took a shower
then came downstairs
with just a towel
wrapped around her.
That how I saw
the hickey. It was
a strawberry
on the creamy meadow
just where the moon
of her breast began.
She saw me notice
and her eyes went wide.
“You let him brand you?
What are you, a cow?”
“I know, mom, I already
yelled at him.”
I knew they were having sex
but, a hickey?
That was going over
the line.
2 comments:
aw come on... don't tell me you never cherished a brand of your own.......
It must be tough to be a mom, especially now. I don't think I would have survived.
Hickeys, I do remember and covering them up with a turtleneck sweater or scarf LOL!!!
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