Thursday is thirst day indeed
As I profess my love for him.
He blushes. His face turns red
like a hotdog on bread.
Thirsty or not, I ask him why.
No, my baby, this is not a lie.
Thirsty or not, he smiles back
And gives me a sweet tender smack.
I sank and was immersed
in his manly loving gaze.
Now I’m thirsty, I need a drink.
Thursday turns out to be a good link,