A curious muse just accused me, in a roundabout (or not really that roundabout) way of being a fetishist of lists.

Guilty.

I like lists.

Perhaps because I’m lazy, because constructing all the interstitial words – the verbs, conjunctions, prepositions, etc. – that form the segues from one thought to the next doesn’t have the same payoff as simply jumping to the next substantive item.

Or maybe because lists are hot.

I think a little of each.

And so, herewith, a list:

Bent over
Kneeling
Mouth agape
Legs spread
Dressed to the nines
Nude
Ready
Waiting
Surprised
Hungry
Sated
Tingling
Sore

And another, equally important (perhaps even prerequisite) one:

Snarky
Smart/clever/wise
Ironic
Funny
Strong
Fit
Hungry