She was exquisite in her jeans and pullover blouse. I could tell she could return all thoughts about her instantly to the sender. Her movement brandished the different looks her body devised and she possessed all those quirks and qualities only a renaissance man could translate. She transformed me and how I came across to her and how I settled her and touched her. It happened without any intention and I succumbed with no resistance. She was the camera and I was the finger on the take button and oh those many pictures we snapped. Love uncovers the covers and her sensual thoughts played before these blue eyes locked on her long hair and colored lips. She tempted with her every move changing all the patterns I've ever learned. She forever fixed me beyond my own resolutions. We are immortal because of it and like the stardust, we now know what eternity is. She passes by and the even the wind takes notice. It centers us in timelessness but don't worry, I know time by her gaze and motion (option on the lotion).

If timeless is the word that comes into your mind, it's either life-changing or at least over the hard part. That puts you on the every-day operations even if it's only temporary. Apologies get repetitious so instead we'll try Resolutions . Weight's going up, things are working and there's evidence of mawnbackedness. Still kissin' eighty, the routine stuff seems more weighty and words here are just a sign of soulmates-on-track. Now old home runs don't always apply but the deficiencies seem to be managed, so let's leave it there.

So today in honor of Karen and Gilda I am wearing no underpants. I imagine that it's spontaneous and unrehearsed on my behalf, but I think somehow I was feted because I am sitting here with no underpants in a place 2491 miles from my birthplace just to be able to tell this. By the by, 2491 was the stock number of the bra Rita Hayworth wore in the movie Gilda.
Sometimes this is all you need . . winky-winkee