Friday my heart will a flutter and my panties a creaming as I see the hottest man in entertainment perform. No not Brad Pitt, all though I recently saw “Ocean’s Thirteen” so I may greedily consume the eye-candy (and I heard it was a good flick). Adding to the decadence, I shared licks of a sweet indulgence with a “tall-drink of water” who happen to be much taster than any treat available at the confectionary stand.
Feeling naughty, I had visions of nuts and creaminess dancing in my head. I’m not citing the waging battle between the melting butter-nut icecream and our mouths, but another goody that in only my mouth the melting would ensue.
“Ohhhh Brad”, I shamelessly did not contain my excitement and bounced up and down in my seat. A big smile emerges as I giggle and point at the big screen “Brad, he’s so hot, oh my god“. My date’s Mr. Happy (name edited) goes limb and is promptly forgotten.
So if it is not Brad, can you guess this dream man that with his spiritual lyrics makes me wet as his voice washes over me? If that sounded sappy it was suppose too.
