This time there ain't no waiting. No call for it, and he's ready. He's been ready for this since the last time they did it, and he ain't countin' the days but it's been a while. She keeps him at arm's length, Freckles does, but sometimes she doesn't and it always keeps him on his toes, ready for anything.
Maybe in this thing with her, he ain't the con-man. Maybe the tables are turned. Or just maybe neither one of 'em needs to con the other. They could just be honest, take what they can get when they can get it, and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
That's exactly what he plans on doing now. She tastes so damn sweet, like that ambrosia and the Martian rain and desire. It's one hell of a combination and there ain't much that's rational about this but who cares about thinkin' things through? He's on that pill, and that's enough planning for him. Kisses like this have a way of ending up exactly where they want to, no matter what the intentions were of the kissers when they started out. Ain't no surprise at all when they find themselves backed up against one of the beds; he lowers them both onto it.
Lookie here, Freckles. Guess where we are. The time for words will come later but now he's gonna keep his mouth shut (in a manner of speakin') and let things go where they will. And how nice of someone to turn down the sheets for 'em. Couldn't have happened better if he'd planned it and for once, he didn't.
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Maybe in this thing with her, he ain't the con-man. Maybe the tables are turned. Or just maybe neither one of 'em needs to con the other. They could just be honest, take what they can get when they can get it, and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
That's exactly what he plans on doing now. She tastes so damn sweet, like that ambrosia and the Martian rain and desire. It's one hell of a combination and there ain't much that's rational about this but who cares about thinkin' things through? He's on that pill, and that's enough planning for him. Kisses like this have a way of ending up exactly where they want to, no matter what the intentions were of the kissers when they started out. Ain't no surprise at all when they find themselves backed up against one of the beds; he lowers them both onto it.
Lookie here, Freckles. Guess where we are. The time for words will come later but now he's gonna keep his mouth shut (in a manner of speakin') and let things go where they will. And how nice of someone to turn down the sheets for 'em. Couldn't have happened better if he'd planned it and for once, he didn't.