long lost in libboland

alright, the music plays and sets the tone, the feeling comes from deep alone where sirens sing in monotone and passions are all that we own… of course the most serious sort of beginning can (and generally ought to, from my perspective) bleed into irreverence, if just to keep the balance but also, to amuse and maintain a happy playful experience in the whole reality, big picture, you know)… but seriously, sex sells so never ever give it up if you want to be a real part of this world…

of course you can choose to be a tree… or even, a shrubbery!…

speaking of burning bushes, i have decided that vanessa hudgens has a seriously mouth-wateringly adorable mouth on the cover of her cd, which is the only reason i own a copy, cuz even though i know too well that a single photo does not describe (even visually) the appearance or attractiveness for someone’s face for me, in this one photo her mouth soared into the top ten of the list (you remember libbo, dontcha?... i mean, i’m not actually dead yet, ya know?) and her nose leaped into the top twenty-five, maybe higher… i could easily drool while inspired by a mouth such as that… and while she’s settled back in the pack a bit (on libbo’s list), any of the top hundred mouths produce hormonal eruptions throughout my brain (and puckers too)… i think she takes me back to the first lips i ever kissed, though the memory is as much ethereal as physical as it was at a very young age, nursery school, actually, but the imprint of the look still ignites my ardor (come on baby light my fire, baaybee… wait, who let austin powers in here?)… and suddenly, i overwhelmingly wish to acknowledge the fact that i miss kissing…

just one more tid bit about me you may not have known before brought to you by the unpacking of yet another bag of cds and piling them into yet another semi-random cd stack… you never know where the music will take me… or the bags, for that matter… imagine when i start unpacking the boxes…

her lips seduce me with a pout
and her smile calls my heart out
her face is framed within my dreams
but it may come as a surprise
i’d say no thanks if she asked me
to come between her thighs
for what i see when i look up
is too much ego in those eyes

ok
so maybe i’d say yes between her thighs
come on guys…
but as far a soul mate i think
there’s too much ego in those eyes

the top of libbo’s list (i mean libbo’s eyes, in case this has not made sense to you yet… and if it still doesn’t well, you can sign up for the remedial course when you catch up with me) have the eyes that melt me best, in case you wondered… the top five have been up there for more than a few years, actually… though there is always a chance for someone new to slide into the top ten and even higher cuz, after all, there’s always hope and the one is number one for libbo too… and i mean, you never know when someone who might actually be interested in getting physical with me might be stopping by to dive into these words and hopefully they stumble upon an entry like this one where i provide easy access to the bios and specifically, what it takes to get me in the mood (30’s) in the sack (50s) hot and bothered (70s) to wanna jump your bones (90s) and so on…

language changes over the years, but it is still the same old story after all…