Politics 'N Haiku 081710

Pat's Afghanistan
from safety to danger, death by
Rumsfeld's friendly fire.

Politics 'N Haiku 081110

Newt sings an old tune,
"Bomb bomb bomb, .. bomb bomb Iran"
In three/four front war.

Sloppy Seconds

He felt himself rise between her smooth cheeks.
She opens one eye, trying to focus on the nightstand clock.
He notices, or thinks he does, the hairs rise on the back of her neck.
She purrs ever so softly, or is it a groan.
He holds her left nipple between his right thumb and forefinger, palming her soft flesh.
She arches her back toward him, raising her buttock, leaving herself entirely open.
He accepts her offer, entering, not quite sure of his location, not quite hard enough.
She realizes his predicament and reaches her right hand between their legs to rectify the situation.
He intially flinches, but then rises to the occasion, thrusting not quite as wildly as before.
She congratulates herself on her success, relieved.
He spasms, smiles inwardly, relieved.
She rolls over as he exits and drizzles the remains of the evening down her thighs and onto the sheets.

The Quicky - Expanded version

He lay on his stomach, face pressed against the pillow, distorting both.
She doffed her satin nightgown, edging toward his supine body.
He could not suppress his knowing smile, but pretended to still be asleep.
She parted her desirous lips, pressing flesh against flesh.
He could not believe his good fortune, coming much too soon, or not.
She reached over to turn off his light as he lay sonorously snoring.

Politics 'N Haiku 080810

Hey party party
No party no party no
Don't you love baseball.

The Quicky

He could not suppress his knowing smile.
She parted her desirous lips.
He came much too soon, or not.
She reached over to turn off his light.