I'm into trees, climbing them, taller the better. Fresh bread still warm and blue veined cheese. I love curly lines and people that think all wrong all day long and wear all the wrong cloths and have all the wrongs friends. I go head over heels for girls in them and black how I love black and red all that deep blood-red on lips looking to kiss the edge of a glass of champagne. Slick licking smiles whilst ex-boyfriends lament the girl they thought they could keep. Lace on red silk warms skin, black on white salt in sweat, woken by dreams, sleep found in tears, sex found in peculiar unexpected places.
I seek anyone that does not do ordinary.