Jack should have known she wouldn't be distracted from haiku quite this easily. He thumbed back through the last few messages to see where they'd left off.
Lazy, sated laughs/curls rest on white bosom/never leaving bed he sent. Then, a moment later: But hands will wander/and lips will crash together/another round, dear?
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Date: 2011-02-01 02:05 pm (UTC)Lazy, sated laughs/curls rest on white bosom/never leaving bed he sent. Then, a moment later: But hands will wander/and lips will crash together/another round, dear?