If… there were ev-er words… to piss you off… here they come. My cu… riosity is pounding, pulsating, beating like a tribal drum. I see the throwback pics, galas and luscious trips, and the love between you two. So please ex- cuse my rude, my lack for keeping cool, but I have to ask of […]Read more "– el jefe –"
Looking at these profile photographs, the ghosts of your peers and coworkers past, and let’s not forget the ones that mean most, the family and friends that your whole heart hosts. Then, there is me being nosy again; I’m stalking your social although we’re not friends. I’m just a follower… but I’ll follow wherever you’ll go. […]Read more "– about 1,200 or so facebook friends –"
Let your dimples dis-tract-me… before I fall into the deep. Let your smile at-tract-me… when this wicked world makes me weep. You see, I need a kind face, who will give me just a taste of some kind of grandeur, kind of grace, a soul no evil could ever take. Let your dimples dis-tract-me… before […]Read more "– dimples –"
Un- til I meet somebody new… un- til a new face strolls down the lane, I won’t kill my daydream of you… for do you know that you are not the same? Your glasses and freckles and dark curly hair, your freedom to love and faint savoir-faire – why are you so damn incom- parable? […]Read more "– incomparable –"
You will never reject me; I won’t be thrown away. You will never neglect me; forever yours I will stay, because it’s eas-i-er to keep the fantasy, yes indeed. We know it’s dream-i-er to forget re- ality, for all I need is to hear you say you love me in my land of make-believe; tell me in […]Read more "– easier –"
Excuse my intrusion, no disrespect on a Saturday, but THIS WON’T WAIT… an inquiry for a later date. Is it an illusion, or aren’t you molded like a saint? Please DON’T DELAY… give your best answer right away. Now while we’re on the subject, can my heart ask more and more? Do you like the […]Read more "– questions of my own –"
Wind snap, two times for the birds, the greatest shock in Cali so far I’ve heard. Spring fling must’ve died without a clue, no blossoms in my front or rear view. It’s just a splash of intrigue when surf and sand chill under my feet. It’s just a splash of intrigue when it’s your warmth […]Read more "– california ice cold –"