Saturday, 15 September 2012

The Fart

We were standing on the beach, a little drunk, our kisses careless.

I ran my hand down your back coming to rest on your buttocks.

We kissed again as the sun faded then you farted and the flowered fabric of your dress bellowed and I looked out to sea and glimpsed the tall ship of our love set sail on that fine wind for wondrous lands unknown.

2 comments:

  1. Did the fart cause the tall ship of love to sail away? If so, why? Isn't farting part of the human condition?

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  2. I assume farts don't do it for you but I love the story :)

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