

trying to find the most basic desire in life.
i love spring, i lover summer, and i really love fall. but winter is different. winter is like a hot steamy love affair that comes for four months out of the year and leaves you again. it's love with passion. sometimes you hate it, but then it comes right back with some of the hottest, steamiest love you've ever known. and then spring comes and it's gone. winter is my love affair.
It's now hour baby, let's go nowboarding.
I know it's spring when all I want to do is go skateboarding.
If you don't like how I drive, pass me ... if you can.
Why do I feel that I'm on the spring cleaning list for so many girls?
fruitful affections...outdoors in the sun with a loved one. spring time jitters were able to let go as the bikinis came out and the boogy down was great. of course the music was wonderful as well.
granted like the pin on your chest, grant did sike the sin up on your quest.
Throw in eating banana pudding with Nilla Wafers, warm spring weather, some swooning with a beautiful girl and it makes for a great day, and I'm pretty sure it's not even an April's Fools joke.
living life one hunch at a time.
the smell of hiphop is in the air.
i'm not the nicest guy, but i'm the mostest un-meanest.
i wouldn't worry, i've made several, but i havne't delivered a pizza in over three years.
is there no wonder that a beautiful girl is near and it just happens to be the first beautiful sunny day of spring. coincidence or not, she thinks not.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani
clocks tick faster than we can count. years go buy faster than we can see. looking around we don't feel the years whisping away. but they do right under our nose. there's dignity in time. things prevail. the lookback time of reminscing. looking over the belchony and dreaming before moving to another stage of life. the belchony of love and the heavens. there's a storm happening over there. it's full of your homes, where your pictures grow, and hearts strengthen. raining down is peace, little wet droplets, before they hit they spring into white doves. bring in the wind. bring in the clouds. bring in that rain. survive this storm. cut through the heat. you're in bliss walking to eternity. wet, cold, and shivering, nothing holds back this smile. bring on the storm.