Posted in Prose, Relationships

An Orange for Your Thoughts

“I thought it was a penny?, ”
she said

“You can’t buy an orange for a penny,”
I said,

“What are we really talking about?”
she said,

I would have liked to say sex, but
she might take that wrong,

“We are talking about the Fruit of our Love”
I said,

She replied, “You only have sex on your mind, don’t you?”

God, how that woman knows me….



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