By the guppy
Date: 13 September 2000
atmospheric
pleasure pause on the outskirts of familiarity. it was a rainy wind, or a windy rain, depending on your outlook and the gauge you use to measure pain. it was warm, mostly, and it was wet. the setting was set as described above...buckets of rain...snifters of love. the setting sun had a hard time even glancing upon the deeds that were done without blushing...it didn't turn away though...it never does...it just goes away...facing you the whole time...backing down...and planning a sneak attack at dawn. i was planning on being long gone by then. planning. guess i'm old enough to know to enjoy the moments between the sneak attacks. it's life i guess.
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner