I smile, Kingtwentyonetwentytwo. You see me peeking into the shower, as You work Your BBC, so roughly, till He spits cream! I look up at Your face, to see You squinting and gritting Your teeth. I smile, to be next to You, KingMan. I worship Your Black Man's Mushroom. I smile to kiss Him, someday. But, not right now, since I have hospital stuff to do. Later in the Summertime, King? Donna