Life well seasoned.

Summer is a hot babe soaked in oil pink bikini like a flower dots the sands her scents arousing mid-aged men as the steam waves rise around her still damp flesh from her last dip in salty brine they watch her drip she's the one they've always wanted in the middle of November when their privates lie all shriveled in the fiddle of their hand =O= =O= =O= =O= =O= Fall is just an old man stumbling fumbling hanging on and then tumbling shedding years like the leaves of a bent maple in a hard arthritic wind all his bones they creak like branches on a halloween night's journey high above the masked marauders as his starched pants softly rustle like the candy in kid's hands down a frosted road he toddles white hair shining like a snowcap traveling deep into the black void that will soon return without him under next October's moon ( * ( * ( * ( * ) *) Winter's an ex-husband howling round your door so bitter seeking some way he can reach in just to wrap his arms around you burying you beneath the white haze of his cold and icy heart cause he needs a little pleasure lately he's been sorely lacking so he comes around a begging raging loudly for a handout in the season of the lean as you huddle by the fire just reflecting on the memories of his past storms that brought nasty dreams and screams : O : ( : O : ( : O : ( Spring's an unborn baby stretching out it's tiny fingers embracing living fluids that have always been provided as a gift to help it grow suddenly it's head a seed pod on a fleshy stem emerges slowly from the mothers soil till it bursts all fresh and rosy with a healty wail at entering it's next season of new life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~artis Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 03:42 AM PST   0 • 10