The sly sleuth of sublety slinks silently(my S is stuck) without warning the cuplet-clinking couple who honestly thought they were just relocating to watch Disraeli for the 2nd try. Somewhere between the Tories and the concubine it was Ka-Pow, fireworks of the lurid kind. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing but, and here's the key, so did she. She doled out the mastery igniting madness as he withered into a sound seclusion that only the sarcophagus of sensual carnality can induce. He realized they shelved the stargazing when he awoke from a dream where his work-in-project house was bought without his consent (maybe the rhinetos weren't such a great concoction). Ah, day in the life.
from before:
My mirror shows me what I've become. Not so much the crevasses and the flaps but more the imaginary time lapse stream reminding me of the terrain covered so far. It's a spectacular view from the top, where I need look no further than her hand touching me to explain the perfection. I promised her a life filled with joy and affection everyday, the stud muffin came included. The top is also a threshold, opening to a place where finessing thru the rapids needs alot of steadiness and durability to backbone the ride, where the water spray in your face and the sweet smell of the rain forest is equaled without ever leaving your spot. Bill was right asking where do we want to go today? I want to go there and I already am