Love Makes a hangover...

My Waussie,

Oh my..,that lady gives a most persuasive tongue, she promised it will all kinds of fun. I know I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin and energy, a lady, nearly fifty, looks like forty to see. Imagine how he fell for her blond hair, wearing a green jacket with white sleeved, tight leash, so he could see her figure well. After all those years he still sees her as seventeen years, he's almost trudging fifty two, but still his heart feels her, in all he has to do.

She gives him jitters, still in his neck, so it almost makes him a physical wreck. But he can love her filled with passion as nobody can. Sometimes she let him feel like an emotional roller coaster, just that he does not throw up, but surrenders to her. If he gives someone a hug, with her appearance, then his heart is somewhere else. She knows that somewhere deep down inside. Is it love for her that lives in him, or is it a slick dream, where he get headaches from, as if he has a bad hangover.

Her beautiful lines, elegant, a rhythm like on canvas. her eyes accommodating in every motion, the motion of passion. She completely surrender, the total experience with her. Almost blinding as a brilliance so beautiful. Mixed colors her cheeks as fused, Forever immortalized, he looks at her picture, which he still retain. Just the portrait of her and her love,

My Waussie, are certainly true...