Woman and the feminine mystic.

I can hear the night life...

It is warm enough for the girls to scream, joyously, in the night street' lights.
I fantasize about taking one of them... or more.
It is difficult for me to walk or take any girls.

I had a stroke August 22 and a few months later my heart and lungs had water on them.
I retaught myself how to walk.

I remember a girl...was hot inside.
That was a long time ago.
They didn't care about the stains.
I worried about cleaning up the mess.

Those were the days.

I remember taking a shower with a girl.
Once a girl shaved my back...
I liked showering a girl with her nylons still on.
I'd scissor her panties off and make a hole in the nylon crotch.

Those were the days...

I like a messy girl with hair over her face.
Should I have kissed my boss?
Nope.
Even though she would start the morning covering her face with her long hair.

Her psychiatrist dumped her...
She was a mess.
I'm still obsessing...


Bob County