(no subject)
Damn…
… my head is still bussing from the escapade of a tenth of a moon ago. The overwhelming clamoring magnified the night’s joviality. And amidst a crowded scene we easily crept in and out of the scene.
… when shots were fired and there wasn’t enough to slick everyone’s thirst.
… we settled down on a nice little patio, I nestled my head next to you.
I was drifting into the sanctuary of night.
My last thought was of how good it felt when your gentle fingers were swirling on my forehead…
… and the distinctive beating of that which I have known to be the most humane source rocked me to sleep.
... my mirco bio-sphere.
… my head is still bussing from the escapade of a tenth of a moon ago. The overwhelming clamoring magnified the night’s joviality. And amidst a crowded scene we easily crept in and out of the scene.
… when shots were fired and there wasn’t enough to slick everyone’s thirst.
… we settled down on a nice little patio, I nestled my head next to you.
I was drifting into the sanctuary of night.
My last thought was of how good it felt when your gentle fingers were swirling on my forehead…
… and the distinctive beating of that which I have known to be the most humane source rocked me to sleep.
... my mirco bio-sphere.