Hyperthyroidism

The butterfly in her throat went doolally

jamming her thermostat on maximum

boiling her body fat away so I slept next to a

sizzling skeleton with a libido like a

nuclear reactor in meltdown which

neither I nor her toys nor

all of us in unison could assuage and I

worried my heart out for her but

once she was well again I was

shamefully nostalgic for the

sharp poke of her pelvis and that

auto-da-fe on the

griddle of her loins.

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  • Edith  On January 15, 2012 at 8:54 am

    I like . . .

  • Linda Munn  On January 28, 2012 at 5:06 am

    So that is what hyperthyroidism does to you. I’m just the opposite I have hpyothyroidsim…and I’m cold all the time…lol.

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