We can fly all over and never see anywhere better than right here. So I coalesce with the ones who aren't strappin', the ones who don't kitschy-coo, the ones who are smart enough to avoid getting hit by a parked car, the ones who know love when they feel it.

The cooing that accompanies romancin' comes in many sizes and colors so permeating the froufrou is the most MUST when putting them into words. Russia goes postal yet the morning thoughts stay stuck on our road ahead here. So the readin' in this joint is a little repetitive - - - move on.

Have a blast, sky's the limit, climb every mountain, look before you leap, just lick the tip, don't believe everything you read. No, this is not a pay-by-the-word site.There are only so many ways you can tell the same story. The last thing you're going for is the sound of one labium queefing. I get that alot. Probably because the choice of modifiers is bottom feeder-like. That's OK, even Emily Bronte's quill had phlegm stains if you looked close enough. Just one question though - when you look in the mirror are both eyes looking in the same direction? (not a Marty Feldman kinda question . . . ) More about windows to the soul . . .