A British Sex, Mind Games and Tea Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

My girlfriend is British. And she is a hoot. She has that quirky British sense of humour and is capable of being quite cheeky, which means she is quite an utzer, a personality trait I am drawn too. http://wp.me/p2ukIm-Q6C

She has been away for two weeks on holiday and that can be a long time when you are just starting to get real comfortable being together, wink, wink. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I find it is more like absence makes the wand grow harder.

Case in point, I picked my sweetie up at the airport last night.  She had been traveling for a very long time and she was beat. She was happy to see me, yes.  Did she have enough energy to be able to show me how happy? No. Even I knew I had no shot. But she was happy enough that we were able to have a little upright make out session and that led to us talking about whatever popped up and that led to this-

My Brit sweetheart’s a carnal mystery.
She’ll start fooling around with me,
And when I get a hard on
She’ll say, “I beg your pardon….
Would you like a cup of tea?”

I shared this with my friend who is an active participant in the creative process with these limericks.

His observation – “Is ‘cup of tea’ a euphemism?”

My answer – “It is now.”

Stay tuned for more.

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