For today, I meet wendy's Sam/Dean haiku challenge with the following:
Dad's gone—the room is
empty, waiting, theirs as love
comes swift, crashes down
Lips slide softly,
wetly down and down, each touch
Heat and hardness merge
in Sam's arms, loving, thrusting,
becoming as one.
Quiet whispers fall
on sweat-slick skin, curving down
inside waiting hearts.
If there's a prize, I need one. I tried to add taxes into today's mix, and found out that I don't have my husband's W-2s (T-minus 14 days and counting...)