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
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...
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...
I found you in the glow of the morning rise.
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!
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... 
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
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.
