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