It starts simply enough.
You say 'you know what? Someone ought to..'
You think about it a while.
Then you ask why not you?
You answer your own question.
Problems are found,
but one by one you shoot them down.

The idea grows.
It may even change.
With a tweak here and there
you rearrange.

You think of it more often than not.
You give it all you got.

Fearless you may seem to be,
because you stand fast to what you believe.
But the doubts are there,
challenging you like a dare.

Well-meaning friends may tell you to stop.
Because deep inside
you know you can't stop
unless you're stopped,
by mystical forces living on a mountain top.

The dream is now a plan.
The plan now a project.
The project is now reality.

It is real baby.
Real.

Your lips on my labia.
Your lips on my labia.

littlemissG said:

Sexy !!!