she came to me like a warm breeze, on a cool autumn night...
wrapped her arms around me...lips touch mine in sweet delight.

she spoke to me of longing...whispered truths I knew were there...
I felt the words she spoke to me, shared thoughts beyond compare.

the whispers turned to sighs of passion, we two became as one... glowing embers, in each others arms, we waited on the sun.

I'll not forget the words she spoke, as I walked away at dawn...
need milk and bread, old fool she said, and put yer britches on.

you....take me in...then make me grin..

I almost get it.. maybe theres a generational joke in there.. I dont know.

In stitches over the britches {{{H}}}