LIFE IS NO JOKE YET, IT ALLOWS US OUR FANTASY WORLD TO CREATE OUR FUN, THERE LIFE HAS NO INTENTIONS OF RUNNING US DOWN.
I live in my adult world of chance that allows me to enhance, it allows me to take that chance. One is never sure, with life it gives no promises, no guarantee so why live on wait and see, life is here to be based upon chance.
There’s no sweeter feeling than those in a lover’s head, between the ones with whom we lay, in lovers dreams kept within our hearts and minds.
In this fantasy world of adult affairs where dreams are never far away as lips and tongue meet sharing kisses togetherness sweet. And nakedness is the only clothes to wear away from doubts or fear.
O, in adults affairs it isn’t all bad, one is able to see things clearly, and who is fair, and allow us our fun, knowing how fast time runs. Life’s a game of chance that brings us moments to enhance.
Every moment comes with their own “something” we say, their own “something” we do with little or no time for play. Each day we’re hurried along by where many are left without a happy song to sing.
Life, its a merry-go-round taking us in it’s scheme in the heart of thing right around in its ring. Many neither see or care a dam enough to make uses of what life brings. We’re tarnished by its brush no matter where to run or who says, “hush!”
There are enough reasons to fly away into that fantasy world of dreams, if life was not so there would be no scheme, no reason at times to go on bending knees asking, “Oh please!“
Just yearning to be filled by that phantom lover who took me to the room not a moment…too soon, and opened me up like the full moon.
It’s sweet ya man! In this ya fantasy land no need to understand dreams, are given away freely, no reality to be found, only when above the ground.
There’s sweetness all around if you know what I mean, with a secret lover waiting inside the tower.
Though not easily seen, our secret affairs linger among us here, leading us along its path never too far from our heart where wise men dread.
There are many to say life isn’t fair. Yet! Up there, life can be seen quite clear, yes me dear, you’ll hear no moan or groan only sweet happiness around.
Like the Butterflies to wonder and ponder up high seeing Worlds that are most profound. As in this fairytale land of make believe, life is real to oneself in there, no one else sees, no one else dwell only, oneself.
With no need for a lie in there, up high one is able to fly…in their fantasy world just to fool around, no need for a crown one is free to play with oneself, feel up oneself in imagination with adult affairs, you, me as lovers in bed.
The mind is a powerful tool, a useful weapon, when it’s not used as a stumbling block. It serves better means when used to bear life’s shock, we are moved on the hop sometimes at the same spot, not remembering head from toes.
Yes, we do get our share and taste of imagination though not real there’s nothing to knock it off its beat. It allows us to hold on to what’s between our legs and feet.
And dream our dreams of time that has faded away…of forgotten days long past. Then happy to kiss, hold hands and talk, yes imagination is sweet.
It transport us into different worlds without moving a hand or lifting our feet, its a wonderful force especially when used intentionally.
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It’s lightweight easier to carry around, out and away from the outer eyes. It can be stopped switch off, whenever you or I like without taking a dislike.
It travels with us wherever and ready for use whenever. These are reasons I like going into my fantasy make believe world of imagination…as
“Love’ is not something to know; love is something to feel and share, as we go
“love” is the sensations we sense and taste as we grow, to see now or tomorrow ‘love’ is here, whether or not we know.
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