this guy makes me hiccup
and plop
i can hardly contain myself
then stop
he is such a mischevious wizard
you really must see
for yourself and be
heald by his pressence and comedy

Also I just really love him to pieces

What can I say?

I mean, Really?
How does one describe the innefible?

And I'll admit, there was a twinge of restistance that first night, a feeling of hesitancy as you climbed my tree in the backyard...wearing only your Truest Essence...
and lacy bloomers.

Time, indeed, stood still.
Perfectly.
And within that stillness, I discovered The Depth that was hidden until that moment.

That Depth connects us.

Every inch of you excites me,
even the parts of you that are beyond my physical reach.

Your touch transcends EveryThing,
turning all that is mundane into
Absolute Poetic Meditation.

And when I look into your Eyes,
all reason is lost.
Mercifully.

I die a thousand peaceful deaths
in each moment with you.

It is the greatest gift and honor to move through my days
and nights with the scent and taste of your Presence.

I am swimming in Love with You.

Yes!

I too am in Love, again.

testies moan touche!!

mokaccino is the buzz that evry grrrrrrlboy needs.
fuck coffee.
he flips the perfected pancake upside down
and then wears them as a hat.
these crepes are not for just anyone
they are for Every One.
lick that plate, motha
ask for more.
eat til you're full
and then BOOM!
here's the next round.
but but...but ...these aren't pancakes!
they're hashbrowns!
i just got used to pancakes dammit!!!!!
go 'head. file your complaint at the BBB.
busting bitchass bullshitters.
no one's got bad business Here for givin' more than you can chew.
this suckaz nothin
if he ain't Change untold...
and he has LOTS of spare change.
flippin round habits of old.
go spatuala go!!!
all dispossessions paid for by willy wonka currency.
yep. pure dark chocolate.
there.
i summed it all up.
that's all there is.
no more to know.
spatulas. spare change. and chocolate.
oh shit!
just kidding.
this keyboard's gonna blow!!!!
love,
dorka

My first weekend in asheville, he invited me to his house; where I found chocolate-soaked, fruit-strewn naked bodies, nibblers at the ready to share this communion . . .

And we got down on our hands and knees and let our tongues and teeth tickle and tease up this feast;

I beheld groups of friends hunched over, a pack of love-beasts after the kill, the sound of nibbling and laughter, faces stained ruddy, vampiric; hair caught in chocolate-soaked tangles . . . .

misha was a perfect vessel for that evening snack, i recall . . .

Stepping out onto the porch, I observed the moon, the mountains, and the warmth within;

and it was then that I knew I was home.

this anonymiti is great
beyond it is an amazing fun being full
of love and light with so much to give!