FYI-- I am a femme Lesbian, but with a tomboi approach. For Example: I am the kind that loves heels because they accentuate my soccer calves. I party w the best, but i can chill and just draw or read. I love to be spontaneous; routine bores me. I am a nomad... u never know when u r gonna see me, for how long, or where im going. I am extremely silly, for instance, I've flown a kite out of my convertible while driving (15mph is perfect). I love video games and coloring books. Ive been a graphic designer, baker, nude model, silk screener, cook, nanny, dog trainer/sitter/runner, and currently deciding on nursing school or school to be a flight attendant. LOVEEEE night time and all it might entail- Carpe Noctem. I like to try everything and am willing to try anything. I'm a very well-rounded individual- I can cook, draw, sing karaoke (bad lol), sew, fix my car, etc. Oh and my name-- Rogue dead guy ale is my fave beer.
Im waiting for my beautful sleeping girlfriend to wake up.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/44025031/tumblr_mdw24nogI61rjq2ryo1_500_large.jpg Rawr
1) crayola and crayon2) pine and apple3) Elise and Melissa
celebrating mine and my girlfriend's anniversary
trying to get rid of this pain and go back to sleep with my gf rawrrrrr
my amazing gf stripped me
this afternoon... was amazing ... intense rawrrr
1) Melissa2) Melissa's days off3) good book4) good music5) driving my car
diet cherry pepsi
apple to my pie.... straw to my berry... from the song Perfect Two by Auburn
Enveloped in the heated darkness, tossing in the thin fabric covering. Mind repeating the same words over and over. Captivating smile dancing in weary head, twinkling eyes imprinting open soul. Wicked thoughts start to persuade unsuspecting body, heart begins to race against lungs . Soft nipples become pebbled, hot stream running between parting legs. Graceful hands...
Added 27 Jun 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 20 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 636 | 12 Comments
Laying on the disarrayed bed, gazing out at the unfamiliar city. Hands shaky yet experienced, being placed upon the blushed face. Mouth gasping for air, but the ends are curved greatly. Body is radiating a sweaty glow. Clothes hurricaned around the moon lit room. Skin moments ago tan and cool, now crimson and feverish. Fingers slip away, uncovering twinkling eyes. A whisper...
Added 27 Feb 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 543 | 10 Comments
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