"Are you going to pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?" 

Happy Calm

I had some time away, to think and feel and play.
Before I felt a bit out of sorts, making trouble for my soul without it being needed.
I had some cool little thoughts of hungry cars waiting at night-cloaked traffic lights,
Thoughts of cute little pieces of meet thinking they were playing a game instead of just being a toy, and of flashy moments in a closed used car sales lot, when the show is over and just the streamers remain.
But then I hit the road, and made new thoughts. Happier. Cleaner.
Sure, things were not all roses and wet folds, but I feel better than I have in a while.
Maybe it was the smiles. Maybe it was the miles.
Jumping off the heights and feeling the timelessness of honest fun loving fear.
The Vroom Vrooming and the bumps.
But the mean streak has also taken a vacation.
So all is good.

Blue Whispers 

Sweet Sweat.

Movements of your body make memories in my mind.
If I could hold you now, I would crush you close.
Under me, you’d find your place in the world.
Seeing you and hearing you excites and induces.
I wonder if you’ll taste as I dream.
Lust mixed with a hint of class.
And I watch you act.
Slow and intoxicating.
You tease and fade from my senses.
Never a moment where you are free from my thoughts.
Or that my body forgets your allure.
Wraiths of passion play out scenes in my head.
X-rated love filled twister on a bed.
You don’t even have to say yes.
You only have to not say no.
Trust me.
I’ll do all the rest.

New Desktop! Hubba Hubba Hubba!!! 

Dreaming in sweat.

A sunny day filled with words.
Two wrongs do not make a right,
But sometimes justice does come knocking loud enough to wake you up.
To the beach, maybe.
Watch the pretty little things.
Shed their skins and dance under the burning fire.
But there are things that need to be done.
Fun has to wait.
But even then there is the anticipation.
Almost as good.
With freedom of will comes action.
With action, you can bend reality.
Or close you eyes next to something too good to be true.
And wake up next to something you can believe in.
I know that the days and nights ahead will be new.
I still hold dear the memories and feelings.
But now I want to be wanted again.

Dreaming in the Dark. 

Split Spider Spit.

Another time in the obvious spaces.
Full of driven thought, only to have it pale with indifference
There are some real pricks in the world.
I mean, what do they think this is?
Bumped into a couple of web erotic types.
But I failed to track them down.
Actually, I just didn’t try.
But does it matter?
No. Not in and of itself.
But in the right light, everything glows.
Not much on the brain, so not much to say.
Just wandering and floating.
Just wondering and foaming.
Just pissed off about not giving a shit.
But that is a clue to what is or isn’t important.
A hint as to what to seek and what to eject.
And we all got that wanderlust in us, if only to ignore.
So lets all get lost in the webs.