She’d been told the way to a man’s heart, so she brought him fresh baked bread wearing only red oven mitts and a smile. She was aiming lower.
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Her hands wrapped around – kneading, massaging, pulling, stroking. Risen and warm, her mouth would be filled soon. Very soon.
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(Note: Yes, I exceeded the 140 character Twitter limit on both. I could have made the limit by leaving off the periods, but wouldn’t that be missing the point?)
She would have told him, “Happy Birthday,” but couldn’t speak with her mouth full. He didn’t mind in the least. (111 characters)
It wasn’t so much the cake she baked as much as it was how she served it and where she placed the candles that made this birthday special. (137 characters)
She knew he liked it when she burned the candle at both ends. She was only too happy to oblige. (95 characters)
Dabbing her tongue, she tasted the salty sweet emotions pooled at the corner of her mouth. These tears tasted like happy.
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She recognized the look.
It was all too familiar – smitten.
It was unintentional – the spell,
as ephemeral as her presence.
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Catechism-Catholic Schools-Church.
“We did all we could to raise a good girl,” they lamented.
He came along and redefined good.
That worked.
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