Muse
Pulling up the roman blinds that peer sleepily into my back garden, I come upon the early morning sun kissing *Himself (the Macadamia Nut tree outside my window) on both cheeks, in the warmingly European manner. Left cheek, right cheek and left cheek again. *Himself has seen me looking and blushes wildly. They're so funny these men from the Pacific basin, so easily embarrassed by such public displays of affection. It's such a pity really, the feigned resignation. The "oh gawd, let's get this bit... Sign in to see full entry.