Red, White & Blue

The voice, like a warm, wet tongue in her ear, “What are you wearing?”
She reddened, “Y-you have the wrong number.”
“Then why are you…wet?”
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Sinking into the pile of pillows propped behind her, knees raised and parted.
Easy access for fingers to tease the white-hot flame of desire.
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She simply adored those fine, plump orbs –
Skin drawn taught over fleshy meat, bursting with juice.
What a lovely shade of blue.
Irresistible.
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On Daddy’s Day…

Brazenly, she parked herself on his lap, wrapped her legs around him and pressed her warm flesh to his chest,”Your present is ready, Daddy.”

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Her gift was simply
All that she is and all she will be:
Each breath, each heartbeat, each thought, dream and smile – His.
Such tiny offerings.

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Blow

Streamers, balloons and confetti in place.
Check.
Table set. Cake decorated.
Check, check.
Candles lit.
Check.
The only thing left to do was 
blow.
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 Sending birthday wishes
with love
~Yours truly

After the Parade

 He uncorked the bottle and topped off her plastic cup,
Then refilled his own.
She’d leave on Wednesday, but would call him.
She had his number.
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Strands upon strands of multicolored bobbles,
Well-earned booty,
Layered into a sparkling variegated breast plate
That hides the real treasure.
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Flickering flambeaux, rhythmic drum
Mark the hour for which they come;
Snatch mid-air, the glittery beads
Flung with abandon from vessel and steed.

Side note:  The featured photo was taken hours after a Mardi Gras parade rolled through the area. The word, “Quintessential” comes to mind.