momma misstree you've been on my mind. that dimple of yours, i think you hold it there, the hold that flusters me like girls do, that stumbles me in mid- slink. your eye will spark like nothing on this earth, and you'll say, "whatever you want, momma," and i will dance so close to caring about keeping you that my heart will rush from the precipice, and i'll grin to myself and wrestle with you and we will leave our scent all over the room, our breath will paint every wall, and we will rush back to our lives panting and grinning. 031129 ... shadow le crowl very nice. 031129 what's it to you? who go blather from