They come themselves one like no other, a pared-down pair of pristinely felt individuals- duelling a thing of their fighting-fit past, a blast of pure-and-utter passion: “please”.. for these heavily contested, COMBINED and SERIOUSLY celebrated wannabes…
Who DO actually deserve to stand enviously TALL(!) “Ya’ll cannot but FAR RATHER to enviously interpret together”—
Their cArEFuLlY catered-and-cared-for sense of conscientiously iconic intelligence, as it sits INSURMOUNTABLY settled notoriously between them
and v-e-h-e-m-e-n-t-l-y asking… …
the other devoted person of piercingly personable taste and other seriously tantalised behaving’s —-
To precisely persuade the other entitlement-of-person – nice and comfortably now, plEASE(.) – to sit STILL… with this scintilLATEd(!) state of contemporary AND contemplative bLiSS, as it should have s-u-r-e-l-y been and EVER-since
The eagerness-of-beginning attempted to make singular sense of itself
