Poised to sproing

The second we get together, I want to sproing right at you.

I take the time to make sure that we’ve got the perfect beginning, just the way you like it, every single time.

But it can’t stop there.  It’s got to be a boundless bundle of goodness, one that feels limitless.

Until, of course, we’re exhausted and the clock says it’s time to go, whether we want to or not, which, I can assure you, I do not want.

At least there’s always next time…and the memories.  Relive them here at Bubbles in the Think Tank.


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