I was bored, so I invited the agents of destruction to come in, and I made them feel comfortable in my home and skin. Have a drink or two, the vintage porn is on the second shelf, the far right, and it’s hard to believe that one’s parent is in this enticing masterpiece.
I sit here with you to share the precious moments, and I know I should move on or show you the exit. Still, it’s a long hallway and looks more like a Michael Powell/Emeric Pressburger Stairway to Heaven film set, and one can still believe the original title was A Matter of Life and Death. I remember you wearing a blue summer dress that matched perfectly with your pale blue eyes. You were always on the entranceway to chaos, but you knew how to use that force to entice me, and with great anticipation, I waited for your wink, the invitation to go wild.
I can never tell if I have gone too far with you. The horizon is endless, and I think of Mr. and Mrs. Bowles as they stare into the sun. And I can taste the sand; it’s clean, dry, and, yes, quite insane. I had you sit on my lap and whispered something nasty but tasteful in a continental manner. Please don’t make it easy; some like it rough. So send in the agents of destruction and give them front-row seats.
... this seems like a dream, I can relate.. this is brilliant "You were always on the entranceway to chaos, but you knew how to use that force to entice me, and with great anticipation, I waited for your wink, the invitation to go wild... btw Robert Vaughn is such a perfect foil. when was he not bad?