Little Magicians It was along 9th street by the block long row of tennis courts the little magicians made a short string of two naked tattooed women and not just any two women the women that I almost but never really had variously pranced and stood proudly posing their tattooed body parts my first wife with the most tattoos and biggest, oversized, least appealing ass I least wanted in real life in a physical sense. It was her mind, a spiritual instinctiveness, I lusted for and ultimately lost to schizophrenia. The other, my first love, with the least number of tattoos, and much smaller breasts than I remembered, however changed in this scenario, was still the body I most consistently craved - they waved, said hello, invited me come join them but I could not, was unable to, cross the street - the little magicians had made it so. Cum Back Player Of The Year Bugger made it back for the holidays one of the greatest comebacks in the annals indoor sports history. Woke up. Did his job just like he never left the game. Made every twist and turn like a seasoned Indy driver knowing when to rev'er up when to slow down on the turns and hit the gas again to cum across the finish line and bring a smile to her face. A Power Greater Than Myself I'm riding the back of an elephant seems like miles off the ground the earth itself moves under my behind and rumbles through my legs I dare not question his or her direction much less ask if he or she rememebers where I'm being taken I give up my will to the living thundering god of the old testament that has become a giant taxi cab with doors flung open wide as we cut corners on our way, I see it now, to the ocean where we or I will take the bath of my life. Main Page This site sponsered by