nervous sails miricles

December 19, 2010
I sail along in your blood stream, I am your little me
I have my little boat, and i bob surrounded by pearly and garnet cells little riffles of plasma carry me.
In the abdomen strong acidic liquid sloshes with nervous monarch butterflies flickering over my little sails.
Your little skeleton feet twinge while anxious inky amber wasps sting fiberous muscles, but my little boat carries on.
Carrying on in your throat my little boat is bunched up, you and little me are choking as the barbarous russet lady bugs suck and munch on twenty-six letters.
Cheeks aflame because under the skin aphids tickle with antenni.
Your hands converse and fingers intertwine with the humanoid's; gorgeous eyes staring right at yours. The butterflies flicker, the wasps sting all so pleasantly, lady bugs suck and munch, while aphids tickle.
Little me in a sailing boat is a miracle.

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ZheyenneHairz said...
Dec. 21, 2010 at 10:46 am
This is so cute, and it makes sense to me! I <3 your writing! :)
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