My Powerful Bear Ardor Loves Her Potent Lion Passion
A soft overcast covered the sky. Blueness was in pale shades. Vapor streaks were from jet trails. Some clouds were delicately rippled, meeting with wooly flakes. An orange lovebird play chased with a yellow one. The air was warm. There wasn’t much wind. Deep rumbles growled in the north. My octagon-shaped clock read 10:48. A solo cicada quietly droned. A fly landed on my Imagine love diary. Her delicate legs spread like a faun. Cicadas warmed up with muted trumpet sounds. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Traffic rolled with car horns honking. Cicadas began buzzing full steam at exactly 10:53. I wished there was coolness of wind. Unfolding came carefully, looping areas, connecting regions. Blending was more pronounced, but quiet. Emotion felt better today. A small plane burbled overhead. Car horns honked in the distance. Someone was insistently honking. A red dragonfly hovered nearby. Wasps came to check me out, but their curiosity was fleeting. 3 seagulls flapped in a race. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
At 11:01 the cicadas droned loudly in continuous waves. At 11:03 a fire engine sped by with a high-pitched siren wail. Black hornet crawled into her lair. Her companion arrived seconds later, but decided to head out again. A fire van sped past with siren, amid the ongoing honking car horns. A long jet vapor trail appeared overhead. 5 pigeons flew in a coordinated formation. A helicopter passed above her mountain of love. Unfolding came with fine-tuned precision, as I was getting closer to deep rooted regions. Cicadas sang at 11:20. A little green fly parked on my writing hand to preen her wings with her back legs. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Car horns persistently honked. A crow cawed once in response. More jet vapor trails formed into pale clouds. The sky had an abundance of them. A low rumbling emerged from the north. A crow cawed a hectoring stream. A dog yapped with a stern warning. Wasps hovered around the elevator room roof. One of them got caught in a spider’s web thread, frantically trying to break free from her rope. She was a large wasp and the web must have been very strong. Her 3 concerned companions hovered with helpless concern. After considerable effort, she managed to escape from it. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Car horns continued to honk. Cicadas were singing at 11:48. A white butterfly fluttered past me. I longed to be with my dream girl, kissing. Tristan and I took a walk and that’s when I discovered the reason why car horns were honking so much. There was a long procession of women wearing pink. They were marching from Queen Mary Road along Fielding Avenue for their Weekend To End Breast Cancer walk. Drivers were honking their horns in support of their urgent cause. My powerful ape loves her bear strength. My horse power loves her lion drive. My intensifying ardor loves her compelling red passion. My ascetic necessity loves her concentrated potency. My hips press loves her thighs holding. My yang imbalance intervention loves her effective yin mastery. My dynamic cyclotron loves her gravity generator push. My king in charge loves her convincing rule. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box. “But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.” Job 23:10. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” –Psalm 23:4. “I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye.” –Psalm 32:8. I love Anna Dirksen.