my saturday nite beach scrambled luver

Up with the birds? Or the luvers of the nite...

Oh the morning air of sweetness as a weary eyed curl makes her way down to the beach to b adorned by the Sunday charm of the a sunrise! Greeted not only by a dynamic sky but also the drunken luvers of the nite who in ore of one another use such a sandy stretch to indulge in playful mischief. It all in a nite's job one that giggles and the occasional gurgle can linger with, for when the sun tickles their eyes, the nite of a strangers luv draws to an end. For that was the nite.

E equals...mc2 damn fine good luvin!!! So, yes mayb the french air b consuming my cheshire grin with such a smoooooooooooth sensation! ode to the master i say x

so two b company and three b the extra generous giggles of warmth to b tickled by the sun's charming rays!!! share the luv x

viva la frenchie!!! So Bayonne b the place for festivity mischief, the code to adorn yourselves in the traditional attire of white and red! The entire town is flooded with such a wash of colour, if only the two could merge together and a sea of pink would stain the infrastructure of the place for years to come!!! It was the final arvo of ale swilling, food gorging rowdy music stomping play, the air of energy was rather exhausted yet the urge to intensify and charge on thru the final hours was promising... the lite whiff of urine filtered thru the place... Oh I hope the street cleaners b getting a solid raise on monday x