Hawaiian Supermom

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes and those come hither lips. Oh, Oswalt… Oswalt Krel, you are such a tease.

How I love to gaze at your luscious face, the depth of your forehead crease, your sharp raven’s nose, your clefted chin. My heart warms at the thought of your arms around me and when my eyes wander south to your blouse, my tender loins down there ache as I’m sure yours do.

You are a vision of ripe gracefulness; a sweet assault to my senses. If I could only meet you tomorrow I would instantly make you my wife. But alas, I lay adrift on this ship filled with pirates, mourning the day I left my land legs behind.

One can only hope that I will see your face in the flesh. Until then, I have your picture to concentrate on at night.

Okay I don’t know what happened, I was trying to go one way and then *bang* I’m off-roading. Anyway, it’s done now so all I have left to do is concentrate.