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Does she speak to you in the evening?
Do you hear her calls and cries for attention...
Do you find yourself happy you used her for all she was worth....
Did you take the time to heat her up..
Gently and carefully tweaking her desire controls til she is perfect...
Was she hot enough now to perform,
Lay on to early and disaster...
Lay on too late and nothing great will come of it..
Playing the game for all its worth, hoping to impress, hoping to succeed with the perfect climatic ending...together
Is it right to lay her there, open to the winds, the elements, the world...
Or does that open exposure only enhance the event.....
Does she mind the cold against her outer skin.....
Or does the colds sharp contrast to the heat of the moment add all the more to the experience....
When she is ready and waiting does she find it cruel that you stop to sip the Maker Mark...
Does she smell the bourbon on your breath....
Does it smell familiar to her...
Does it let her know what is coming next.......
Can she wait no longer for the searing of the flesh as it contacts with your fine offering this evening..
She is a little older now....
Mature having been down this road with you in the past....
No longer has that little twenty pound bottom.....
She carries the thirty pound bottom of a veteran of life......
Matters not to you, she is familiar...
And you know if feeds the fire that makes her.... wonderful.
Familiar is good on Friday evening after a long weeks work....
Familiar is easy....
You would not change it for the world.....
She is yours...
She answers your requests...
She shares you well with the Makers Mark...
Never Complaining..
Only listening.....
She answers often.....
She offers back to you the flesh that you so desire....
With the warm background buzz of the Makers.....
She knows what you will do next.....
She expects it...
Anticipates it....
And loves you for it....
She wants to feel you do it....
Wants to feel you flip her flesh....
Demands that you do so while protesting with resistance....
In the end she surrenders to your desire and enjoys.........
It is nice to share this evening....
Clear...
Cold...
The contrast keeps the flesh tight....
Tight as it was prior to aging...
The evening is perfectly paired...
You...
Her...
Two fingers of Makers....
A bottle at the ready....
The warm hot Flesh presented well...
Aged flesh yes...
But none better...
None sweeter...
A waft of that hot flesh gets to your nose...
Promising of things to come for the evening.....
Ah the desire...
The wonderfully familiar smell of that hot flesh..
As so many times before it will rise to meet your desire...
It will satisfy that primeval craving that rest in the loins of man...
It will prove that she gives you all of her..
In so many ways her age has changed her...
But you have changed to....
You know the buttons to push...
The settings she likes....
Look around......
The leaves rustle in the breeze of the evening....
The Makers Mark....
Looking at her through two fingers of perfection...
She is perfectly tanned from this amber illixir...
She has some scars....
She earned them...
She fed your children...
She fed you......
You owe it to her to take her....
To use her for what she was meant to do.....
To take her for what she is worth......
To consume the flesh she offers.....
To always look at her as the provider......
To look in wonderment as she performs her magic for you........
You know you are close to done....
You can tell from the familiar sounds......
She is close......
Is it important to finish perfectly.......
Or has age and familiarity allowed you to forgive the timing a little....
In the end she provides the perfect platform for enjoying life....
So well put together....
Save for life's adjustments to her.....
Her own mods are something you agreed too...
Something you helped with.....
Something you thought would help her and you to reach the proper climatic conclusion...
Older yes....
Wiser yes.....
But in the end the aged flesh she offers is among the best you have ever tasted....
After all she is your GRILL.... and has been for a long long TIME!!!
Do you hear her calls and cries for attention...
Do you find yourself happy you used her for all she was worth....
Did you take the time to heat her up..
Gently and carefully tweaking her desire controls til she is perfect...
Was she hot enough now to perform,
Lay on to early and disaster...
Lay on too late and nothing great will come of it..
Playing the game for all its worth, hoping to impress, hoping to succeed with the perfect climatic ending...together
Is it right to lay her there, open to the winds, the elements, the world...
Or does that open exposure only enhance the event.....
Does she mind the cold against her outer skin.....
Or does the colds sharp contrast to the heat of the moment add all the more to the experience....
When she is ready and waiting does she find it cruel that you stop to sip the Maker Mark...
Does she smell the bourbon on your breath....
Does it smell familiar to her...
Does it let her know what is coming next.......
Can she wait no longer for the searing of the flesh as it contacts with your fine offering this evening..
She is a little older now....
Mature having been down this road with you in the past....
No longer has that little twenty pound bottom.....
She carries the thirty pound bottom of a veteran of life......
Matters not to you, she is familiar...
And you know if feeds the fire that makes her.... wonderful.
Familiar is good on Friday evening after a long weeks work....
Familiar is easy....
You would not change it for the world.....
She is yours...
She answers your requests...
She shares you well with the Makers Mark...
Never Complaining..
Only listening.....
She answers often.....
She offers back to you the flesh that you so desire....
With the warm background buzz of the Makers.....
She knows what you will do next.....
She expects it...
Anticipates it....
And loves you for it....
She wants to feel you do it....
Wants to feel you flip her flesh....
Demands that you do so while protesting with resistance....
In the end she surrenders to your desire and enjoys.........
It is nice to share this evening....
Clear...
Cold...
The contrast keeps the flesh tight....
Tight as it was prior to aging...
The evening is perfectly paired...
You...
Her...
Two fingers of Makers....
A bottle at the ready....
The warm hot Flesh presented well...
Aged flesh yes...
But none better...
None sweeter...
A waft of that hot flesh gets to your nose...
Promising of things to come for the evening.....
Ah the desire...
The wonderfully familiar smell of that hot flesh..
As so many times before it will rise to meet your desire...
It will satisfy that primeval craving that rest in the loins of man...
It will prove that she gives you all of her..
In so many ways her age has changed her...
But you have changed to....
You know the buttons to push...
The settings she likes....
Look around......
The leaves rustle in the breeze of the evening....
The Makers Mark....
Looking at her through two fingers of perfection...
She is perfectly tanned from this amber illixir...
She has some scars....
She earned them...
She fed your children...
She fed you......
You owe it to her to take her....
To use her for what she was meant to do.....
To take her for what she is worth......
To consume the flesh she offers.....
To always look at her as the provider......
To look in wonderment as she performs her magic for you........
You know you are close to done....
You can tell from the familiar sounds......
She is close......
Is it important to finish perfectly.......
Or has age and familiarity allowed you to forgive the timing a little....
In the end she provides the perfect platform for enjoying life....
So well put together....
Save for life's adjustments to her.....
Her own mods are something you agreed too...
Something you helped with.....
Something you thought would help her and you to reach the proper climatic conclusion...
Older yes....
Wiser yes.....
But in the end the aged flesh she offers is among the best you have ever tasted....
After all she is your GRILL.... and has been for a long long TIME!!!
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