Friday, February 8, 2008
We sit in unison and stare or join like others, observing is our job. At night our tails twitch, and our piercing neon eyes open wide, as we hissed and spat in rage, We're height obsessed, sailing like air-blown tissue, playfully twirling right then left in spirals, we dally with our prey, only one... Sign in to see full entry.
Fishing for Love?
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Fishing for Love?
The scene reminded me of a minuet, them catching a glimpse of one another, secretly then outright blatantly staring, It should only take a matter of minutes to fall in love. She wiggles seductively beginning the universal fertility dance of love. Confidently, he moves in with his eyes bulging from... Sign in to see full entry.