You know what?
Yeah, sometimes I do write a little cryptic... and sometimes I do some stupid shit. I'm talking jumping-into-a-frozen-lake-to-see-just-how-cold-the-water-is stupid. But everything happens for a reason, right? I met a girl not too long ago. I won't mention her name but the very thought of her makes me smile... and I don't smile much around here, let me tell you! As I sit here and think about my heart starts speeding up and I begin to actually perspirate a little. I don't know why but it has to mean something, right? Let me tell you a little about her since we're here. She's about 5'4... give or take an inch, brunette hair... the most AWESOMELY lovely eyes I have - kind of a blueish green tint to them - ever seen in my life, beautiful tanned skin, gorgeous 38D breasts with these cute little freckles on the upper parts of them, and, last but DEFINITELY not least, her legs. My God... better yet, everyone's God... how could he make suck a beautiful creature and not kick himself in the ass everyday for not keeping her for himself? She has a small tattoo on her right buttock that says "lucky U..." I agree. Everyday since I have met this woman I have thanked the higher power for letting me touch such a sacred and tender creature. I can't stop thinking about her... wait a minute... not like a stalker type of thinking about her. Let's just get that part straight, K? More like a "can't stop thinking about her in a good way" type of thing. It's not Love... at least I don't think it is. How could love embed itself into my mind so quickly? I don't think so, though I fear that is what I want to think it is. But does she feel the same way about me? It's so easy to take advantage of a person in this state, you know what I mean? But I have to be honest, she is everything that I want in a woman! Like a kid the day-before Christmas I, too, have a wishlist for the perfect mate. She should be petite with blue eyes and brunette hair. Lage breasts are a must considering I'm a total breast guy anyway. She must have legs that could go on forever with a face of what an angel should look like. But she can't just have a body... I never judge a book by it's cover so why should this be any different, right? But that's just the thing... she has the body AND the personality... again, I ask you, how in the fuck could I have met such a beauty?! When she laughs it's like a complete sonnet built on rapture and serenity in my head, never failing to brighten my day... When she is sad the whole world cries with her... her tears become a moonlit shower where even the happiest clown bears it's true faith to it's dearly departed... but not forgotten. I never want to leave her side in fear of losing her forever, I never want to let her go in fear never again feeling her soft skin next to mine. What can I say? I am very lucky to have met such a lady... lucky me, indeed.