jacobo
05-24-2005, 05:12 PM
the perfect day would begin before the sun breaks the mountainous skyline and the grey cloud cover of the pacific northwest. a perfect soul [old/perfect soul = you] meets the day with a soft kiss [i shant specify where because i like some mystery in the mornings... dare i say... surprises] and the other's [the other = me] day would begin with one thought roaring through his little head as he looks at the sweetest bit of perfection sprawled across the bed next to him. this first kiss would be followed by an assortment of playful shenanigans that consume the two before the sun warms the sky. soft rain would start in. there would be a rattling on the window above the headboard as each perfect drop crashes against the glass... the drops would slowly intensify as they sense the sun breaking the dark outline of the mountains to the east. slowly the rain would build to a hard pounding that excites the senses and sends the mind a twirl with thought... the crescendo would parallel many things but none as important as what would be happening below the shaking window and below the shaking head board. the rain climaxes and finally slows back to a perfect medium of rain fall... you know... \"not too soft... not too hard.\" ;) [i love symbolism and allusion] ahem. [/b]
my eyes and heart are heavy in this place so far from anything worth waking to[/b]
i'm sitting here thinking of the possible flavo(u)rs that you might come in and it's driving me crazy[/b]
word play is fun
my puppy granted me the favo(u)r of a morning face licking, i extend this sentiment your way[/b]
/she melts
my eyes and heart are heavy in this place so far from anything worth waking to[/b]
i'm sitting here thinking of the possible flavo(u)rs that you might come in and it's driving me crazy[/b]
word play is fun
my puppy granted me the favo(u)r of a morning face licking, i extend this sentiment your way[/b]
/she melts