Conversation with Wife 11
Leaning back in my chair,
Lady bends over and kisses me.
I reach up my two hands,
cradle her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m holding these up for you,
was afraid they’d fall and hurt me.”
“Oh, you’re sooo brave, and manly . . .
now can you make me some coffee.”
“Coffee for the breasts?”
“Yes, that is the price.”
“Ah, the booby price.”
– Smith, 2.15.2015
