It occurs to me that I would likely have more success attempting to balance a piano upon the head of a pin than struggling to reconcile dominion over my dreams.
the contestants? my Mind and Heart.
My heart transcribes the subtitles to an epic documentary; of my pursuit of love
it does so with melting pastels, employing colours there are no words to describe.
My mind is certainly capable of invoking the same sort of nefarious wisdom that my ancestors consulted the 'Green Faerie' to partake of.
A kaleidoscope of candy kisses serve as the lyrical highlights of my career in romance and seduction to date.
Indeed, at times my methods as dubious as some of my mistresses.
It has been said that many of this planet's most sought after maidens will not tolerate 'head games'.
Hmmm. I find this interesting.
What of Tibetan monks, in this vein?
These uniquely disciplined souls devote a great many hours to meditation..
a significantly cerebral activity...or 'head game' if you rather.
Are there any games that are acceptable within this ludacris 'adult world'?
Am I the snake?
Am I the ladder?
I suppose Cupid must be ajudicator in this very serious and adult human project known as love.
Do you suppose the amorous cherub has sentenced me
to some sort of ethereal penalty box for 'non-romantic' conduct?
The fragrance of one thousand kisses seal my fate and cast my hunger into a state of frenzied permanence.
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