Hello to the last day of November...which means there are 31 days left of 2011. This year has gone by slowly. If I had a woman right now, this would be the poem to make her weak in the knees.
Pillow Fingers
I see you…I want to see you and I really want to show you that I’m here longing for a special person to hold on to my pillow fingers
Your smile makes me red like Charlie Brown does when he sees that Red Haired girl he always long to see but never had the heart to talk to her
My eyes say your dimples make me want to pinch your face with my pillow fingers you’re your grandmother does and say, “Oohh…you are so scrumptious I could eat you up.”
Seeing you make my heart sing some love songs deep inside that I couldn’t do with anyone else until I met you…you thought I was special.
I never thought I would be special to anyone, especially a woman who wants to date me.
Your jokes and lively spirit is just too hard for my heart to ignore when I really want to hold your fingers which feels like a pillow…but my heart is nervous of tripping up on a stray power line and electrocuting myself by making a mistake.
I’m not supposed to think of a person in my distant past, but you remind me of a friend I really like…she had dark hair which was cut short, shares the zodiac sign of the bull as you do and for any kid who made fun of me, she stood up for me until she moved away.
My eyes say you are very lovely…with your key to my heart as very few people were able to reach me from living in my head as you do as I’m holding you pillow fingers.
My eyes tell me you have beautiful dark brown eyes
My eyes says you have dark long curly hair that you straighten to impress your girlfriends…I love straight hair too, but most people in the world have curly hair as you and I do so I shouldn’t care.
My eyes say that you have broad shoulders…My shoulders are as broad like Pittsburgh Steelers running back Jerome Bettis.
My eyes say you have meaty calves…well I have big handsome calves myself so I can laugh about it.
My heart says you have a slender body but have a big heart to see a man I’m trying to be My eyes says you have a nice butt, your eyes says my but is bigger than yours as your pillow fingers want to play hand flirting.
My eyes says I don’t have an attracted chest…but you still want to be with me as I crave kissing and caressing you cinnamon bun sized firm juicy breasts after as I hold your pillow fingers longing for you to open up your peach yogurt like vagina to me as you unzip your pants and I unzip mine longing to make sweet and sour rough love to you as I hold your beautiful face as you lay on to your pillow.
You care for me like a baby sometimes, you love me in spite my mental disability and that is the love that I should have been seeking instead of getting lost in fashion trends on US weekly magazine getting lost in finding a woman who wants to hold my pillow fingers.
My eyes says stop seeing the world as a fantasy and understand that all in the women on Earth and only one person opened the key to experience real love and that woman is you…I want to hold your pillow fingers on my hand for the duration of my life as the shot clock of life expires every second as I yearn to hold on to your pillow fingers and making love to you again because I love you.
I was inspired about feeling that I have super powers because my new cell phone.
The battle I felt like King Arthur.
I was searching for a right handed sword to compliment my left handed sword would give me the power to defeat any foe like Talpa in the earthy feel of the forest like Robin Hood.
The spirit of the will to fight was within but the sword seemed to have a dip below the handle from a long battle
The sword broke at the spot after minutes of battle made me feel blue like the Blue Guys and having to search for another sword…wondering if I could find a sword strong enough to help me when another fight comes to me
I met off with a blacksmith who would fix my sword…it was fixed like a modern knife, but the bill had me feeling like I was chocking on a chicken drumstick
The next fight took me far from the depths of the forest to the inner smog of the city as people were running in fear of the unknown was coming…I was fully ready until the blacksmith warned me by pager that the tip of the knife was dull and can’t take up too much power…but I learned that fact long after another fight started
Agility, skill and finesse helped me win this grueling battle with another warlord but like the first sword I had not only broke at the middle, but both swords this time were shattered to pieces as I looked with gasp, what can I do have a knife inserted in my wrist like Wolverine to fight…funny but no
Off to see the blacksmith and hopefully I can get a refund for the shattered sword has me wondering are my “saving the day” days are coming to a shattered end?
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Drink picture from Hard Rock Cafe last year in Louisville, KY using a Nokia cell phone. |
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Took photo of Sorta coach 9051 using my new cell phone which is a Samsung...see how crisp this photo is compared to the older one below, wow!!
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Took this photo of Sorta coach 9051 using a Nokia in July 2011...updated photo of coach is above. | | | | |
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