Good afternoon, goodness. How are you so soon?
It’s almost 5am yet, I’m at 5-minutes til’ noon.

I’ve been awake for quite a while, so the sun will need to catch up.
I awoke to playing footsies and then I put-in on some love.

You know that I’m on my cardio; I’m trying to be “less.”
So playing twister with the Mr. is my fat burning confess.

It assists in melting stress. I’ve certainly no stress at this moment.
I do have treatments to bake and POC‘s to make;
creativity is mine – and I’m on it.

Human touch is necessary; the human spirit is real.
Monday through Hump Day we fight to get atop of the weeks hill.

Alas, here we are.
The week has been an incredible journey thus far.

Its capacity to be perpetual has long become mundane.
I won’t lie to you, goodness, I’m looking for things to change

significantly.
Sex should exceed Thursday’s indefinitely.

Life is a lot like sex. Agree? You’re either giving it or you’re getting.
Think of your bed as a yielding casino – get in there and start to betting.

Are you a stallion or rider?

Pick a horse and ride it like you’re wearing silicone spurs.
Be generous as you broach the cusp; fellas, please yield her’s first.

Pardon me. Do you find this piece to be a bit dir-tay?
Yeah well, that’s usually how I feel on Any Given Thursday.

And it’s okay. We’re all human; we can all relate.
As long as we live, to Mother Earth we’ll be kids –
please don’t stall on the grown-up play.
It’s fantastic on a Thursday.

Alas, here we are, happily satisfied before the sun’s rise, yo.
The agile me – will make breakfast for thee and the sweetest cup of jo.

How much more goodness does this week hold?
I’m Qui
A Thursday loving she. Hardly secretive, but quite bold.

Let today find you doing whatever feels good to your soul.