Sizzlin' since 1989 because it's hot in the South.

zachtutor:

You taste her as you dissolve. The sensation is a pure one, absolute. There will be no turning back now for all things are colored beyond your vision. I have never known this sensation but I dream it’s qualities often and the bits are abundant. But it is a puzzle that offers no resolve. You have your hands deep onto her, grasping what you imagine will fade, ghost like, into a dimension you are not welcome to be part of. But she remains, she is only as real as you are. It is a kiss that will end but you have come here and passed the time slowly. What love is without time? I remember a day in June when the leaves were full on a tree and the sun offered it’s warmth. But the season has changed. I have many more memories for you to read. Will you read them? You have seen now her eyes next to yours, somewhere in that world of her’s you are truly part of it. She has you. You have no strings to follow in a maze but you do not mind. I cannot put any of it back the way it was.