The Late Zone

I'm swinging from side to side and waving my hands in the frickin air like I just don't blooming care, not giving a damn who sees that I haven't shaved my armpits in weeks. Because you, you like me Au naturel. You like my pits and 'triangle' hair organic so you can smell what soap I used that morning and I love you for it, Hun.

I soooo understand the song 'You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman'. I really do. 'Cos with you, with you, my darling, I come over all soppy and girly and stupid when you whisper sweet filthy nothings in my ear. I'd gladly get a third ear for you, boo, if it meant you got to whisper your erotic-flavoured imaginations into it. I'm ready to be like one of those lab rats that grow ears on their backs. I'd be your sexy lab rat, I would.I know what we can do this week. We can pretend we don't know each other - complete strangers - and then pretend we're married to other people and have a fling with each other. We could have a secret rendezvous in one of those cheap hotels to make it feel real trashy. I'll come over wearing bad make up, stilettos and a leather coat tied at the waist, and you can come with worn-out clothes and an unshaven face and I can be your floozy for the night. Your sweet floozy. You can even pay me if you want (and you're not getting it back once we're done - not even in the real world!).Our fling will blow the roof off the hotel. People in the room next to ours will either have to cover their ears or listen in and get inspired. When we're done, you'll whisper sweet nothings in my ears and get me going again. And again and again until my make ups running so hard, I look like a clown walking through the rain without an umbrella.Sooo, same fling, same place, same time, next week? Deal! We can drop the kids off at mum's again.