The hardest thing in the world is trying to force an idea- to force anything for that matter. The Easy Breezy is the creation conjugal bed...I'd invite a couple of lightning quick wisps/nymphs into that gravity down, soft thrust, breakneck...I'm beginning to fall in love again with myself, language, words, their "glue". It reminds me of girlfriends and the beginning of togetherness and summer, warm bellies and wet kisses before pressure, coolness, agenda. She wants me to kiss her. I feel it in my heart. I take the story by the hips, open hands that press, her head swoons about and down...
And even though we always want everything to be perfect with her that is not reality nor could it be. There must be a balance with the force of that passion and energetic. Well, back to the creation machine, these funny television shows of mine, these short stories and on and on...
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