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.