Thursday, August 4, 2011

scour

He left his belt lying on my bedroom floor, a molten skin of soft brown leather that mocks me and my imagination.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah, the bite of the belt. Fond memories. I love the way I can still feel it, days later, standing under a hot shower.

The salmon was a HUGE hit, by the way. Thank you SO much.

M in Devon

Anonymous said...

Made the salmon again, but nowhere near as good. A lager and three glasses of red wine may have had something to do with it.

Will try again. Sigh. Have *very* disappointed 15-year old son.

On the other hand, the marital bed has seen some action. Oh *yes* indeed.

M in Devon