Love's Equation---for Michael
Hope the phone bill isn't too high. All he did last week was call me from out of town. Today he finally came home with three red roses so I made him twelve blueberry muffins. For hours we kissed under moonlight touching his mouth with my tongue... that electric tongue. I put his two suitcases away telling him to please be careful with my clean floor. Maybe one million times I've told that man not to make such as mess! After twenty years, who's counting?