Kootenay kid. walking, dancing, massaging, eating, sleeping. a child of the universe and victim of circumstance. lives for sushi and massages. draws, paints and hulahoops.
I have a knee-bending weakness for boys who play guitar. Like really play the f*** out of their guitar. It sort of... penetrates the deepest fibres of my inner being. Bonus points if you can sing. And skateboard and/or dirtbike.
I adore pretty boys and girls alike. Young, supple, talented.
I'm not exactly punctual, but I try. If I'm running late it's most likely because I'm trying to look pretty for you. Or can't find something. Or having a clothing crisis, having spent about an extra 42 minutes madly trying on every item of clothing I own, generally only to end up in the same thing I started out with.
I am not looking for a soulmate or a boyfreind. Father figures also need not apply.
Let's take a long walk around the park after dark
Find a spot for us to spark
Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation
Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations
Elevations, maybe baby, maybe we can save the nation
Come on, Come on
Or maybe we can see a movie
Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday
Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze and listen to a symphony
Or maybe chill and just be, or maybe
Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the Roots or maybe eat some passion fruit
Or maybe cry to the blues
Or maybe we could just be silent
Come on, Come on
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|Don't be fooled by those photos - she's a roguish one this one. Like an ornate carnivorous plant she'll draw you in, attracted to the succor of her forgiving personality.
She has the personality of a well-loved armchair, something you luxuriate in and imagine a throne in your imperial palace. You escape the realities of the world and pause, all too briefly to enjoy the splendour of comfort. That is the kind of person she is.
Careful though, snares lie in wait. Like the soft side of velcro she is the eye to your hooks and you shan't pull yourself away without struggle - all within yourself.
Take heart, gentle traveler in these roads of life, for hers is a vista you shall relish.|
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