Briefs

I am trying to prepare briefs brought on by electoral changes in a time when I would much prefer removing briefs.

I am wading neck high in a pool of desire and indecision, and I wish it would pass. I want to send a message for permission to harass his person, but I will sit on my hands for now. I want to whisper sweet and vulgar nothings in his ears and check his pants for a response...but I cannot, I will not...he won't let me I am sure.

These are busy times and I should be exhuasted from the mere pressure of it all but I am energised by my longing, a need which has to be sated in order to restore focus.