Victorious flirtatious foreplay

Victorious flirtatious foreplay I awoke early - now my body will sleep, though thoughts rise like the Azores of snuggling next to such an adorable atomic bombshell of a beauty - boars into my mind with sonata fantasy syrup passing overdrive way past taxing cores sans crankshaft, pistons and tires viz, the posted reo speedwagon deaf fin knit lee unsafe to open any passenger doors, where speedometer manifold the limit inxs of sixty nine miles per hour as me heart...lures me to your storybook swiss chalet, and desire pours like exhaust smoke awaiting consummation of intercourse - scores that fills ma cerebral nooks and crannies even if needing to take dee tours. Pepé Le Pew would feel honored if ye wanna reef fur to myself as duh non tat hood test tickle your teacher, 'thou noah way would eye ask four you to pay me any see moo null wage though my golden arched ethos parallels that of a sage homage to my delight with words incur many a recipient to rage against my swiftly tail lord harried style of writing, whence a reader needs to spend much time flipping thru each page of a dictionary or thesaurus, which mental effort most often does not engage, who doth newt tip a fie formality, thus experiencing virtual and/or real fine companions scanned or probably deleted via tha eyes of another to jump/kick start a friendship with this nattering nabob of nativity modest guy, whose peculiar mien only his way to greet with a literary "hi" and nada Tubi put off per my poetic manner well nigh which petic penchant with words I enjoy to apply literary creativity and invite brother/sisterhood a try incorporating thought provoking whimsical phrases flush down into the behavioral sink toil letting with his lukewarm scottish matted trademark uber vapid wry attempts at self mock re: puns - y? I (d-u-y-e-e-r-93 at aye yo elle dot com) dunno! Ah...the delirious, glorious, and illustrious thought whence never again to cull demise and forever hibernate feeling crushed by the egregious atrocious, heinous, and nemesis, poor ring in of late and thus this obituary epitaph of sorts (no matter he will opt for cremation) finds frenzied strychnine, poison. or hemlock appear savory to this pate a chance pair of perusing eyes may find this blurb unable to eke quate this plea sprung from plethora of purse son hull wreck - I rate anxiety sweeps across me mental nada so healthy state which panic wrought from poverty per his prone nouns mints uber viz zit with undertaker tete a tete of decades long bout with a psyche riddled with angst waiting for Godot - Beckett ting this papa who whiz courting escape from the posse aye bill misty eyed gorilla in the midst of his own financial catastrophe, he loathes resorting regarding pots ability panhandling to help him get free of pauperism, which haint no joke, and finds scabrous reply ample reason to still his life, though ma lovely grown daughters would suffer psychic injury, and forever be psychologically marred if aye did merrily row me figurative boat over the abyss prithee and hope for instant death of mine aura, charisma, and karma see? Tis probably pointless n frivolous to expect presume salvation for this married sexagenarian male, yet nothing this capitalist ventured.... could do no worse as my psyche doth emulate dancing quale for being nearly penniless (in this cornucopia of good n plenti), and rail ling against fate may bring derision per an unpredictable scale argh - doth hardly shed light on my penurious travail cuz thy current checking account without cents nor sensibility yammers x2c orgasmic gasps with a death rattle does wail boot juiced....maybe lady luck shall draw the gaze of one philanthropic facebook peeper (at least enough largesse to stave off self destruction of spouse) welcome mat would willingly be laid out for grim reaper to whisk me away - so I kin become an eternal sleeper though each surviving loved one, would be inconsolable weeper. so...with fingers and toes clasped I fervently pray this mongrel mutt means no bone(r) to pick only that natural animal desire that libidinal longing to cop you late need to slay lest my lament will be oy vey so please take me - any which way yay! This blurb hunted and pecked out from ma Perkiomen Valley mike crow scope pick dell (actually reef fur ring a computer manufacturer asthma ***** fide penile dank cell) and spends his days of his life (as the world turns) where dark shadows lurk along this edge of night off in near distant hour alarm summoning like a suburban church bell from outer limits of twilight zone this self anointed force without raising cain quite able.