Playing with Myself
A guy's gotta' do what a guy's gotta' do.
“Come on, man! Let me out.”
“Not sure that's a good idea. Last time you totally went off on me.”
“But it turned out okay. Besides, we needed it.”
“It was messy.”
“But it was good! Admit it. You feel better.”
“Yeah, but I'm still not sure I like the way it happened.”
“Dude! I promise, I'll hold back. Totally under control.”
“Likely story.”
“You can trust me. C'mon, gimme a chance!”
“Fine, but I'm warning you...”
Fingers poised precariously over the keyboard, I let go.
“Alright, let's play.”
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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