It’s a bit much when even a word like ‘panty’ seems exciting; my only defence is that the days are hot and a lot of pollen is currently afloat on the breeze. The sap is rising and other things too. Without doubt this sap is feeling the heat.
When I’m out, almost every chick I meet is legging me on—or so it seems. When I’m in, those ethereal beauties haunt my dreams.