The Language of Things.


Word Press prompt for Dec 16th 2014.

as requested this is written in a language only my wife and I understand!

My Darling Thingy,

I cannot stop thingking of you since you have been away. You know the sort of thing I feel,like a nightingale thinging before it dies or a thingamejig doing its particular thing. In my dreams you always wear the prettiest things, thingly disguising the thingy we never talk about that always turns me on.

Your own,

Thingy.