Post by melani fuller on Feb 8, 2003 17:31:01 GMT -5
Your a man who throws out his confusion to cause a blur. You brainstorm ideas to a multitude for this disease there is no cure. You seek out your prey along with your venomous kiss, to only gain arousal in your victims anticipated bliss. But to one who wont be swept away like a tornadoes debris. The cowgirl straddles her buck, digs in deep to surpass the elusion and set his mind free. And though the lad looks at her in doubt. She smiles and saddles up for another bout. And in her mind she shudders to think that this individual and her could ever be linked. She wonders why a mind that is so advanced would rather waist his time and sillily dance. Cause deep in the cortex there lies another soul, who's heart beats strongly in anticipation to break free from its burdened toll. And yet so close but still so far away, he begs for a chance to release his innocent and loving prey.
