It's times like this...
-that I could use a full body rub down.
-that I already know I won't get any sleep.
-that if I even fall asleep, I wont wake up rested.
-that I wish my bed wasn't so damned big.
-and empty.

I like it hot.
The hotter the better.
the longer you wait
the more intense it is
once you get a taste.
but some heat may be lost
if you wait too long.

What am I talking about?

She's next to me.

sleeping.

She passed out (non-alcohol induced, merely from exhaustion) five minutes after arriving and sitting down on my couch. Part of me wants to wake her up and seduce her but I only HOPE for the quiet still sleep that she has achieved. I can never seem to sleep that peacefully.

So, instead, I pulled out the laptop - and decided to write whiile I watch a movie with one ear piece of my small earphones in. (no longer broadcasting in stereo tonight.) This is so I can still hear her breathing.

Damn but I'm such a sap.

Rather than list 4,000 results for the Googlism of BERT, I thought I'd select one of each of the following:
Who is Bert?
- Bert is the bomb.
What is Bert?
- Bert is a mushy in your face red tiger cat.
Where is Bert?
- Bert is finally revealed.
Why is Bert __________? (fill in the blank with whatever adjective comes to mind)
- Bert is ___________, because someone said something nice about him: critic's review

I'm not really sure what will show up here or how often it will happen. I guess we can make up the rules as we go along.