Juicy in the Wind

by Sanctified Brother

The wind is blowing through my open window in a vortex, catching my wife’s Juicy Couture perfume and wafting the fragrance all around. How am I supposed to get any work done with intoxicating interruptions like this? I’m seeing little frilly things flying around the room now, my mind is preoccupied in amorous thoughts and daydreams…

Read this: Song of Songs 1:12