The belly-laughs are my favorite-
when we're talking and can't contain
that sweetest expression of delight.
The belly-laughs burst intensity
and radiate through every vein.
Oxygen bubbles -like champagne-
permeate my brain matter's density.
And then, we sigh and smile,
reflecting on the orgasmic humor
that leaves us gently nodding in approval.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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