Two pink.
4 pink dyke's.
Two days prior, one & half dyke.
No flight.
Kind of took off.
Causing some nervousness.
That being said.
Today two of the dyke's went straight up the M25.
Two odd hours later.
The other 2 dyke's went straight down my neck.
15-30-40 Min's have been & gone.
To my disappointment .
Never took off properly.
Maybe the runway was too wet or something.
Witherspoons.
Me and a pal , by the name of Richie.
Have some lunch, (chips, two eggs, & a nice slice of ham).
Washed down with a pint of something Russian, (nice lager).
Me and rich sit in the big cosy comfy brown leatherd chairs.
Cheers.
Clash as our pint glasses collide.
To our triumph.
Content and relaxed.
In the cosy chair i begin to drift off.
The dyke's who entered my mouth & slid down my throat .
Take off.
The runway is now comfortable .
For a take off.
Ime off.
Sinking deeper & depar.
As the dyke's, cover me.
Felling so warm and happy, elated.
Smothered in blissful inner peacefulness.
At last a piece of mind.
The chair begins to cuddle me.
I lay my head on the chairs shoulder's.
As my utopia is in awe.
Ime off.
Sinking deeper & depar.
As the dyke's, cover me.
Felling so warm and happy, elated.
Smothered in blissful inner peacefulness.
At last a piece of mind.
The chair begins to cuddle me.
I lay my head on the chairs shoulder's.
As my utopia is in awe.
Sorry but i will have to end here. As i don't want to glamorise .
