i go there sometimes even when i don't need to, appearing to calmly place my for show groceries as if they were letters.
hungrily and beckoning, i watch the endless employee owned conveyor deliver my secret messages written in juicy, fuzz lined peaches and firm, ripe bananas to her warm, nurturing, pleasure hands - fearing and hoping they are unread
she is as the morning with an awakening, open freshness - tastefully backlit with just the right amount of sunrise orange and a cheerful lavender sensuality
god guided me to her after i'd asked, stopping by after church one sunday to buy something vegan lost now in the glowing haze of her healing warmth, suddenly realizing that it was her i had been guided to by the strange stirring in my libido, tugging my core toward her succulent " i'm open over here sweetie "
the depression which draped the week when i didn't get to bask in her lovely and direct "did you...find everything you were looking for ?" or once when she almost defrosted my veggie bubba burgers with " is that going to...do it...for you?" - led me to reassess my life plan...how to always be able to see her again even if our fates weren't meant to entwine like lovelorn charger cables, entangling overnight in a crowded bookbag ?
how to break through to the real her or should i at all ? she is as god or nature delightfully made her and if she feels ordained then she will shape the introduction
hmm is there a rival for her affections ?
a challenge to set the adrenaline and epinephrine a-pumpin' !
oh, adrenaline is epinephrine
i see your skirt cam and raise you a vegan chili recipe i hope to modify myself from this one :
vegan chili
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