Your Day Begins With A Beautiful Woman
There they are. The eyes capable of clearing a man’s head and instead filling his every fleeting thought with how to keep the grey-hued beauties around as long as possible.
There they are. The eyes capable of clearing a man’s head and instead filling his every fleeting thought with how to keep the grey-hued beauties around as long as possible.
Read this my love – then read it again.
Technological innovation skirting along at such a rate, it short-circuits my hard-wired, muddled mind – who’s to have a shot in an archery range in hell, at guessing what’s next in the way of social media dating, inspired fervor.
I had a dream about you last night.
We’re both missing a few pieces, yet tonight, we’re making it work somehow.
My socks don’t match anymore.
She’s too good for anyone. She’s too good for you, she’s too good for me, and she’s too good for the rest of them.
I cuddle something fiercely intimate.
Yes, she showed, and when she showed the other night-she struck, yes she struck like lightning.
She struck an impact upon my assumed solitude, and ripped the rationality of thoughtful action at its seams, and she burned hellish magic with eyes that were cedar stones every time I held her glance.
The gym. A circus of self-improvement, filled with sweaty individuals fueled by the fires of self-loathing and others judgments.