Awakened by a whisper.
She ravaged him till dawn.
Sated and spent, he drifted into sleep.
When his eyes opened, he was alone again.
Just him and the wet spot.
Good Morning Everybody.
Have a cup of coffee, and please enjoy my offering to...
The Monkey Man and his Sunday 160.
The Rules...A story or poem using EXACTLY 160 characters.
Sort of like a Maxed Out text message.
Hopefully...You will find him...Here
See you for Micro-Monday..
BTW...Me and My Tim Horton's has NOTHING to do with the story!