They say you can’t. Maybe they need something bigger, or more durable than glass.
Because I’ve heard much louder thunderclaps across my upturned and bared ass,
and felt more sizzle in the resultant handprint than anything that’s split the sky.
All I have to do is brat a little bit, or come right out and say, “Spank me…” to that significant other.
#122) Catching Lightning In a Bottle
