Quivering desire, every fiber of your being longs to touch me. Trembling to contact, ecstatic connection.
I whisper, “Get off the couch.”
The NaPoWriMo prompt today asked us to rebel in some way. We could choose something as simple as writing out of our usual style. I typically avoid humor and stuck to traditional form with longer, more narrative-based ideas.
Put Out to Pasture 