OKMG 16 - Poetry, it's erotic!

Last night, I read T an erotic poem from my buddy Valentine's book (Review coming, but if y'all bought it, you wouldn't have to wait and you, too could have access to this wonderful poetry.). Actually, it was mildly erotic, but we also weren't going for a big finale. I just wanted to read it to her. I did set the mood, though, a bit. I lit some candles and we got into bed. I think that next time, since erotic poetry is different than erotic short stories or porn, I'm going to have to do more to create a mood. I'm thinking wine, soft music, candles, maybe a bubble bath, apples and honey/strawberries and whipped cream - you get the idea.

In a sad and frustrating bit of reverse OKMG, T wrote me this fabulous erotic poem (Valentine, you inspired her!) and texted it to me. Well, in my zealousness to tell her that I got it, I only glanced at it cursorly (sp?). (Note to self - you should know better - Fuckhead!) She asked me what my favorite part was and I couldn't pick one, so I suggested something that wasn't in the poem, it was supposed to be sort-of jokey, but it didn't come out that way, so she got mad at me. Two lessons for us: 1 I should know better than to read or look at anything that she gives me cursorly because I KNOW she is always going to ask what part is my favorite. 2. T should know better to ask that question because I never answer it the way that she wants and she always gets mad at me. (Damage control in full effect and successful, so far.)

*sigh*

Oh, I forgot to mention reverse OKMG for Wednesday. T got me a cute rainbow necklace, which is sparkly!

Sunshine