sunday_morning rubydee coffee ny_times muffins wake_and_bake yeehaw for sunday 030511 ... learning lifes greatest lessons I really want a muffin right now so far my sunday hasnt been much fun 030511 ... megan sleepy sundays, wake up for a bath get to go to church then my grandma's i do really like sundays 030511 ... niska i think i will make coffe... i feel refreshed. not the slightest hint of a hangover. it's moments like these i cherish, really... 030511 ... Piso Mojado That may be all I need In darkness she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning And I never want to leave 030511 ... rubydee heady mist in the valley obscuring big bald and every other peak an ether_blanket for my melancholia 030706 ... r1y9a6n4 Sunday morning I'm waking up Can't even focus on a coffee cup Don't even know who's bed I'm in Where do I start Where do I begin? --Chemical Brothers 031130 ... thunderbuck ram you arouse my arousal still chasing my dreams become harder to catch faces from long ago kissing me there why? confuses, excites she never touched me like that (certainly not him) your face slowly merges emerges in the misty half light of dawn breaking large soon filling my life with your impish grin your quivering lips continue to tease to pucker, to please the crescendo is quick no bucking no groaning just gentle moaning me flowing with ease imbibing contentedly 'til sated you recline inviting response a plea, a command willingly obeyed from belly to mound outstretched palm pressures gently and rhythmically to an inner beat silently you conduct me my hands and my lips and my tongue playing your own symphony, your ode to joy no cymbals crash, no trumpets blare just the sweetest melody escapes your lips small thrusts of hips and you are there with me totally and yet beyond me, you stare the sublime stare of the contented arms wrap round, eyelids flutter and gently close as the soft down on your tummy waves like ripening wheat in the breeze of my ever deepening breath. 040827 ... Lyrics Beautiful_Sunday 040827 what's it to you? who go blather from