Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
That second wave
I love that first wave. Where the body rules
Music takes controls of the muscles and drives you into a sweaty rhythm frenzy
Light has never been so bright, and touch
hsssssss ummmmm touch is just erotic
The air feels like lips across you and a finger or a hand can cause a fire
Yes I love that first wave.
But I live for the second one.
Where the body locks down the mind explodes the gates of heaven open and you can hear the music that the angels sing.
The inner demons are quite and peaceful quelled by the magic of the night.
It’s here that I can create scenes of such beauty that they must be brief or the heart feels like it will explode
I saw whales swimming amongst redwoods in a deep forest. Chipmunks leaped from their branches and hitched a ride. And both sang in harmony about the beauty of life and the world.
I saw such colors.
Words become a force that must be spun out let loose from the mind a two hour soliloquy
You wonder what Shakespeare was on.
That second wave is a madman coming at you in a full rush infecting you, tearing , smashing you leaving you reassembled with so many pieces changed.
And the next day when you look at your new world with unveiled eyes and smile, that’s all you need.
Oh yhea I live that second wave
I love that first wave. Where the body rules
Music takes controls of the muscles and drives you into a sweaty rhythm frenzy
Light has never been so bright, and touch
hsssssss ummmmm touch is just erotic
The air feels like lips across you and a finger or a hand can cause a fire
Yes I love that first wave.
But I live for the second one.
Where the body locks down the mind explodes the gates of heaven open and you can hear the music that the angels sing.
The inner demons are quite and peaceful quelled by the magic of the night.
It’s here that I can create scenes of such beauty that they must be brief or the heart feels like it will explode
I saw whales swimming amongst redwoods in a deep forest. Chipmunks leaped from their branches and hitched a ride. And both sang in harmony about the beauty of life and the world.
I saw such colors.
Words become a force that must be spun out let loose from the mind a two hour soliloquy
You wonder what Shakespeare was on.
That second wave is a madman coming at you in a full rush infecting you, tearing , smashing you leaving you reassembled with so many pieces changed.
And the next day when you look at your new world with unveiled eyes and smile, that’s all you need.
Oh yhea I live that second wave
