Letters to Wigglytuff

Early in the morning, its music that keeps my soul from exploding into a million fractels, each numbed away by the medicine, confused by the dope. I get lost in my own mind, where i find you and grab yer hand while we run out into the light. Wind hitting our faces, branches of memories slapping me accross mine as reminders of the past we leave behind. This is a new path, a new way. Your kiss intoxicates me in my dreams so,that in real life it will knock me into a frenzy of lip to hip movement and traveling hands. My mind struggles to keep up with your kiss, with your caress. As the sky light burns our skin, it etches the profile of the other on each other, we feel the edges of our faces rub up against one another and our soft lips bite hard as our ecstacy bursts through our clothes and the sweat beads mix into one glorious pool at the bottom of everything.