I am a complex and delicious individual.
I enjoy windy walks on the beach as I suck the salty breeze through me; orgasmic dark chocolate of minimum intense level of 55% proof; rich red wine that wraps itself about your gums upon the first sip and won't let go; a sunsrise silhouetted Mt. Hood who dons her latest garment of gold, pinks and purples with grand fashionista splendor; a book with very loved, very yellow pages; writing in the margins of said books when inspiration zots; the wafting scent of pipe tobacco on a crisp autumn day; getting a creamy moustache from sipping through the thick head off a pint of Guinness; moving my hips to a different beat; being touched.....any where; allowing silliness to ensue during a tough game of Scrabble --"kupla" is NOT a word, it's Klingon; tucking in wayward shirt tags on complete strangers; donning bunny ears to the mall; the salty rim of a Cadillac margarita; discovering new sounds of music I would never have considered; expanding my vocabulary to the quizzical head tilts of the clueless; random acts of silliness; artistically created food which make my mouth burst and my eyes roll in pleasure; dancing whenever and whereever the mood strikes me; soft, lingering kisses which last for days; hard, passion-filled kisses that make my ivory body quake; starting a fresh journal because it begins a new adventure; drinking tequila with pirate flair; a moment of relish and a moment of pondering; embracing my fiery nature whilst I slink and curve along a festival's bonfire; pounding out an unconventional novel masterpiece in 30 days time; discovering more things I love which I had long ago forgotten.
Simple pleasures which take no effort and no planning are the supreme best in my book.
I enjoy windy walks on the beach as I suck the salty breeze through me; orgasmic dark chocolate of minimum intense level of 55% proof; rich red wine that wraps itself about your gums upon the first sip and won't let go; a sunsrise silhouetted Mt. Hood who dons her latest garment of gold, pinks and purples with grand fashionista splendor; a book with very loved, very yellow pages; writing in the margins of said books when inspiration zots; the wafting scent of pipe tobacco on a crisp autumn day; getting a creamy moustache from sipping through the thick head off a pint of Guinness; moving my hips to a different beat; being touched.....any where; allowing silliness to ensue during a tough game of Scrabble --"kupla" is NOT a word, it's Klingon; tucking in wayward shirt tags on complete strangers; donning bunny ears to the mall; the salty rim of a Cadillac margarita; discovering new sounds of music I would never have considered; expanding my vocabulary to the quizzical head tilts of the clueless; random acts of silliness; artistically created food which make my mouth burst and my eyes roll in pleasure; dancing whenever and whereever the mood strikes me; soft, lingering kisses which last for days; hard, passion-filled kisses that make my ivory body quake; starting a fresh journal because it begins a new adventure; drinking tequila with pirate flair; a moment of relish and a moment of pondering; embracing my fiery nature whilst I slink and curve along a festival's bonfire; pounding out an unconventional novel masterpiece in 30 days time; discovering more things I love which I had long ago forgotten.
Simple pleasures which take no effort and no planning are the supreme best in my book.
Current Location: otherwhere
Current Mood:
bouncy
squeeze a lime

