Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The day before Thanksgiving

The preparations for the Feast have begun.  I have oodles of eats ready to be eaten or cooked.  The house is reasonably clean, thanks to DH being home this week, cracking the whip on the Stooges.  ("Faster, slaves!")  I went to work today and was told I could go home early, at 2 pm.  I scooted out of there like a greased pig - you don't have to tell me twice.  My boss (who is feeling guilty about me) is letting me work from home on Friday, and by work, I mean check my office email a couple of times.  This is good.

I have a funny to share, an oldie but a goodie.  It's not - well, you'll see.

I saw you across a crowded room.
Among all the others that were there,
The lights seemed to shine down on you alone.
I knew then I had to have you for my own.

Willingly, you came with me to my home.
From the car, I carried you threw the door.
Looking at you, I admire your body,
Your well shaped legs, and breasts.

Slowly I remove what wraps,
around your body so tightly,
fitting you like a glove.

Exposing your tender white skin.

From your neck I remove your charms,
and carry you off in my arms,
to the warm water that awaits.

The water cascades down your neck,
flowing over your soft breasts then,
making your legs glisten with wetness.

Droplets of water cover your taut skin.

My hands rub your body, ummmm
running them threw the beads of water.
Making them trickle down off your body.

I place my fingers inside you.
You are warm and moist, so ready.

I carry your still dripping body,
to a laying place, so that I can
put inside you what was well
prepared to enter you before
we even came through the door.

As soon as I lay you down
your legs spread open wide.

You are ready now, and so am I.

I put a little in slowly at first,
getting a feel for how much you can take in.

I put in more, you take it willingly.

In anticipation, faster and faster
I put it in, pushing it in deeply
as far as I can, until I can't
put any more in, you are so tight.

With your legs wrapped tightly,
not wanting to release any of it,
I make you so hot for a very long time,
until your sweet juices escape from within.

Then I taste you, with my tongue at first,
your skin is so soft and tender.

I taste more of you with my mouth,
you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.

Your juices coating my mouth,
making me drool in anticipation
of eating you more, with every taste.

"Oh yes", I say to you,
"I must say Grace"

"Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen"


What did you think this was?  I am a nice girl.  I'm ashamed that you would think such a thing.

Oh - and in case you needed more fun - today is one month until CHRISTMAS.


  1. Your too cute! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, from our home to yours!

  2. LOL, such fun. Hope you and your family have a great Thanksgiving.

  3. You had me going there for a first I thought you poem was about bringing home a new baby(!), but as the stanzas progressed I knew that wasn't right. Happy Thanksgiving!

  4. Big silly! Have a great Thanksgiving!
    Fox : )

  5. Silly woman! My answers to your tag are up. Go check them out.