Adam, your eyes are darker today sky before thunder your smile hidden in clouds of thought is it my lips? /or perhaps my thighs?/ or my ******* is it the way I play with the other animals when you lie on the blades of grass suffering between a rock and my curious nature
[blink, blink]
Adam, dreams and dreamers can only meet under the same tree every day, this is the only thing we own the only thing we know. Adam?....Adam!!
[pout]
'DON'T TOUCH THE DISPLAY' my foot!
[crunch]
...oldest story in the book. Dedicated to my Adam.