to the creek of my wing span...

so it mayb considered as a light form of stalking but why succumb to such a notion of fearful endearment when the exact object of our curious enquiry deeply admires the space we seek... so under what light can one witness such admiration?

its a 24 hour glistering wonderment...

my shadow i do seek ! x x x laus

To what pleasure do I owe this flow of...

delicate luminosity that evokes my drift in a manner that poisons my soul with a gentle fixation of speechlessness.

In ore, I desire!

I listen, I wait!

it is the song that the soul holds no resistance to.

its pleasures, to rise above the plane that offers only a suggestion of hope with nothing to aspire so deeply to.

resist not, inhale the medicated fuel of compassion and joy.

for this pleasure I owe you the the pleasure of my dance in life x x x

as for your eyes...

As peach be the sweet nectar of a soft kiss, yet the lips they never came in direct contact with one another. Yet such tingles resonate so deeply as to enrich the soul with something so sublime it could enrage even the calmest of flowers...

yet the peach it still is so sweet! x x x

eyes in your very eyes to see the way they see...

well let me just say that the novelty of my cryptic tongue does tend to lend its fragments to this space in such a self indulgent state. For now I will allow a light stalling from the tight twitch i type from, and instead flush out a few extra riddles...

thru the eyes i see what is merely in my path for if i am to close them i drool thru an enchanted mist of my imagination. Clouded in this utopian wonderland the safety switch re directs its warning to a flash of green to engulf the desires to continue with pleasure as the abode of the mind is too magnetic to abort!!

And here I may glide, stylise the charm that evokes the dream, yet my eyes they are open x x x

so light ...

I found you in the glow of the morning rise.

your silhouette so radiant it cast a blanket of love into my eyes and with that the ease of happiness became my immediate fixation.

luring me into a dreamy utopian, and for that i will never let go... x

the shag to a higher devine...

The shag of complete seduction that entices one upon first glance as its fingers of comfort lure your weary eyes into the conditioning diffusion of ease!

Yet the dual enticement of a white light spectrum broods a heart felt upheaval of bliss where the wandering eye can play in peace x x x

to the beat of my own drum...

it may be rhythmic blues to the fragmented soul, a craft unlike no other where the chase for sound imperfections rein truth of a melody so bitterly sweet it can never be repeated...

and pause!!!

led for thrills...

a door which leads to a space where dreams do manifest into the guiding warmth of a truth so real. The eyes they do steal a fixated desire to be kept close and whisper the truth with a warmth so real x x x

the mist of space...

To float and linger in a haze of anticipation...just waiting for that curl to swirl a wiff of a left desire, to sharpen the right side of the led.

a spectacular space to dream like dreamers do...

aspiring to rise to the soft glow. Soaring amongst the curls of breeze with eyes wide shut, such freedom felt so distant a dream...until now the spell has lifted x x x

light...on my path to being.

consumed by the lyrical rhythm of type from word to sentence. The sun no longer aids such fascination, yet the generosity of a passer by encourages the continual curiosity of the text.

And the concrete never feels cold...

entangled under the sea of curls...

this entanglement has never been such a glorious outrage of the curl effect... do try, it could b the tentacle luv you have been sliming for x x x

dance the way i feel...

flipper can bounce, prance and shimmy on til the clock strikes midnite where the oddly paired silhouettes of a rowdy rooster and salty dolphin can be seen tickling each other with a new year's kiss x x x happy 2011 peoples