Slap saddle.
Shake and rattle.
           Oh my aching back.
Hunker down wave at the clown.
Yipi ky yo ky yeh.
            What you talkin bout willis.   (Bruce )
Yipi yie yo ky yay

Knees high. Shoulders low
***** down ten gallon.
           Hands tight. Elbows in
                      Come a tye yeye yipi yipi yo yipi yeh.

Come a tye yeye yip yipi yeh.

Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams

Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.

Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do

Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.

The first thing went through my mind when I
saw a  beautiful woman was.

1. what does she taste like. Her skin. her mouth. that spot right behind her ear. just inside her ear.
The soft curve of her neck. Her shoulders.  The  junction where ******* meet her arm. That long expanse of her soft belly. Her sweet lips as they parted to allow access. ****,salty, sweet all combined. I could see myself eating all courses slowly savoring.

2. What does she smell like. Not her shampoo or lotion or perfume or body oils. I mean her pheromones.

that deep unique essence of her.That smell at the base of her neck. under her chin her armpits,the hollows of her elbows. her belly button,her beautiful mound, that simmering potion be it ever so slight or close to overstated as I gradually slid down to Taste. To nibble at her taint and stab gently with my tongue. Her ***. That never- never land of sensual convergence.

3. What does she sound like in various modes. Her voice lilting, high pitched, throaty, nasal. he cadence of her speech. her laugh nervous, content, sing-song. early upon waking.so many undulations and coloration's.

4. What does she think like. concise open, flowing restricted, guarded,untrusting, fair, fearful,provocative, sensual, ******,cold, shallow, deep,intelligent, smart,vengeful,hurt,
carefree,calculating,ditsy,unsettled, divided, loving,caring,nurturing.

5. Is she **** or *** or a combo of both.  And what other erogenous hot spots. Which one gets her out of her head and free falling in unabashed ecstasy. Which hollow or crevasse or soft expanse is a fuse. Another ingredient to her potion. how many stimuli could I apply and keep in her sensual Calliope until a thrashing conclusion or a cessation of movement, breathing or sound that will bring her release tumbling down in near syncope.  

6. If she had on no lipstick I would imagine her *******/aereolas/*******. brown, wide, smooth , bumpy, pink,caramel thick long endless.

7. what comes through her eyes. my god her eyes. That is another universe worth of endless research and
books.

Now I don't do the subconscious speed of light hound dog amalgam.

Now I just see the woman and see the woman again.

All is still applicable but is casual thing. third nature even.
God. Thank you for your gifts.
Amen.