A tiny-eyed creature with a
considerable poof (whether shampooed or dirty) who kisses like a sparrow, drinks
champagne out of a china bowl, does the jokerman headshake dance, thinks love should not be reduced to
consistency between word and deed, and who snaps a magnum condom into thirds whenever he uses one...which is hardly ever.
Shit! I don't have a china bowl for the champagne-
hopefully the poofster won't mind drinking it from this stemless
martini glass.
I made the mistake of discussing amorous
consistency with the poofster last night; I should have just grabbed a magnum and kissed his tiny sparrow lips.