I was lost in the scratch. Grooving on the groove. Feeling the joy of the moment and what does she do?
She stops to take a stupid picture.
Of what???? Of interrupted joy?
Of bliss denied?
You need to memorialize how you torture me?
Put the camera down and get back to the task at hand!
I am half scritched here and in agony!!!
Hooooooomans....+ cameras= torture