Some guys just want you for sex
And I can see that
But I really think that would be doing you an injustice
I want to know the real you
And who knows, maybe a relationship
Take it to a higher level
Who knows, we could be forever young
What do you think?
That’s quite good Paul,I mean, compared to last week's effort anyway.
Was last week’s bad.
Let me see now, you’re pulled.
Did that lack substance.
It was sort of to the point.
And that was bad.
Well, I did mention it to you the next morning.
Was that in between, you’re a crap lover.
You said you could do it all night.
I did do it all night, slept like a baby.
I know, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Did I or did I not show you a great time in the morning?
No, you said you had to get a run in.
I know, but after that, were you or were you not screaming.
Are you surprised, there was blood everywhere, thought somebody had attacked you? How was I to know you fell down a hill.
After that, did you not say it was out of this world.
I could have said anything, I was still traumatised.
I’m not surprised your husband doesn’t understand you. You staying at your sister's by the way.
No, she’s at mines.
Did you two read the marriage contract? I mean, I’m not religious or anything, but I think the Priest would be a little concerned about your infidelity.
Have you met father Tom?
Don’t think so.
You have, he was the guy giving you sex tips.
Was that him, he was brilliant, told me all the things that turned you on.
Bloody great, you get the advice, I get the Hail Marys.
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'After that, did you not say it was out of this world.
I could have said anything, I was still traumatised.'
(with your brilliant, rib tickling humour
book ending, my work week
all I can do, is smile - wide
count my lucky, cats
and thank you! oh kind Poet)
I'm thinking of coming back as a Priest. It's like the gossip is piped into you.
Oh you witty Paul! I mean it truly seems like this man cares though, most men are slaves to sex.
He does have a caring nature.
Feels like bonking in bed is bad for you. Wot about behind the altar or the choir loft?
Just check with the bishop. Yeah, that's fine.
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