Reblogged from 4gifs
Daydreams
Random thoughts. Daydreams, fantasy .
I was gone
A spark snaps me to attention.

Wonton musings captured in reverie.

I was gone.

Traveling to that place where life is free of danger.

Passions drawn from wild springs of hope.

Where love is eternal, where pleasure is a given.

Where longing is a memory.

I was gone
Where smiles light up the night.

Touches yield to soft wet kisses.

Lips bitten in the moment.

Drawn in to that place we went to.

I was gone.
We walked about as the sun danced before our eyes, a big lemon fireball dancing a limbo for only a brief moment.
The clouds like sheer skirts flirting in the soft breezes, teasing us to take more peeks, as the light plays with gentle curves and soft wispy frills.
Alluringly luminescent sparkling visions ever changing, but only for a few seconds.
Playing with our senses, beckoning us to dance below.
The only thing cuter than a puppy is another puppy!
(Source: r--e--v--o--l--v--e--r, via r0manticallyinclined-deactivate)
It’s not about things, or a facade.
It’s about being the you that’s on my side.
The you that makes me feel loved.
The you that hugs me to my core.
It’s the kiss that melts my heart.
The kiss that stops time.
The touch that electrifies my being.
This.
i’ve never been happier in my entire life
people make pit bulls mean. they arent born that way……………..
This made me laugh through my tears!
(Source: adulthoodisokay)
The dappled moonbeams play on the floor, luring me into a reverie.
I’m returning to an image in my mind of the sun.
The way the rays danced on your masculine body.
The way the light caught a bead of sweat on your skin and turned it into a jewel.
Sparkling fragile gems, that move and mesmerize.
I can float in the tiny pool and be taken with you.
Feeling the sun above and your flesh below me, in a magical place floating in between.
I’m taken there in my mind, reminded by the dappled light that dances before me.
I took this picture after the weather turned cold.
Was it the last rose of Summer?
Was it the last rose of Autumn?
It was thriving in the freezing cold, a survivor.
One tough flower!
A flash of vivid color in an otherwise dying landscape.
So beautiful in it’s natural state, just facing the street, alone in a garden that once flourished.
This looks like Trixie in an Elmer Fud hat.
Cat spooning. Happening right now on my couch. I told them to get a room, but they just stared at me, blank-faced, like they don’t understand plain English. Pfft, more likely they just don’t give a crap what I want.Â
I smell like citrus.
Lemon drop scented daydreams.
Orange blossom colored swirls of delicious cream around my body, softly caressing the outer limits of my aura.
I am floating by a lime grove, in the keys in the turquoise blue bay.
Pink grapefruit slices refresh my palate as I fly over the mountain tops.
Swaying in the tangerine scented breeze, I smell like citrus.
