spinning in my delerium m4w
I was overwhelmed reading the things that women write here. SO lets break the ice, I am not white, nor I have short hair. I am a mutt of american indian and brit indian w an accent and long hair. So for the rest of you'l who dont give a rats ass about looks and are in for personality, read me.
sometimes......life seems like a dream...............especially when i look down and see that i forgot to put on my pants. I've often been told that I have a gyspy's soul. I think that's just a kind way of saying I'm only fit for a wagon. I love to travel and oddities catch my eye. Get me shots of green tea and mugs of tequila and I will even whisper Twilight Vanquisher Maenara of Eonar. I do everything from engaging in an intellectual intercourse, drinking deeply of experience; sipping slowly from the cup of wisdom, to getting drunk watching the LOTR and screaming, for frodo in the parking lots, or kicking in the air at an abysmal pit and scream this is sparta. My quirks and wants... my personality may just be an infinite quirk. To pick out one would be dissecting my personality. Everything seems sane and flowing to me, so perhaps this question would be better directed to the people around me. And my wants... I just want my life to be filled with good music, good food, stimulating conversation, stimulating explorative sex, and of course the happiness. I seek companionship of road trip partners, happy campers, lovers, friends, muses, gamers, artists, ....
DO you like to speak quietly to one another At three a.m. over Earl Grey Tea; discuss the meaning of all that exists, gaze at the moon that sails by; Contemplate the equations of life. Lets toy with the fingers of the soul that drives us, Lets taste passion that we both possess; share a common spirituality. Its not intimidating, is it? Do you carry yourself gracefully crossing the room, drawing attention then imprint the indelible image in my mind. Come awestruck me by the spectacular landscape of your body. Do you have lips that intrigued me as smiled up into my face, Then I had desire to bask in the warmth of your half parted lips. Your eyes- the hazel, or the blue then I have loved to be poisoned into the magical world of yours. Are you the one with descerning tastes, stained cheeks,fabrics of adventures, illusions and realities. the fabric cloaking the grace. Come feed love to the soul that is constantly depleted and never replenished. Can you show a world of forbidden desires, drawing out a spirit, give a part of a soul.