sharing thoughts, opens the door for possibilities not yet seen with the naked I. But It also brings up things that should not be overlooked. Behind those things are mistakes of the pass that today can be renewed to life abundantly to the full to the overflow. Keeping pace with you is like running a race, that is yet to be finished because of those variables put in to place to strenghten the tender loins that no longer hinges on vanity but truths. Our steps or guided like no other, strive for strive we run, where is the finish line? I don't know and at the same time without vision we shall perish. what have you seen and what have I seen? nothing yet everthing. My mirrow reflects you and yours lets see. let me look into your eyes into your gates into your inner parts. There I believe is a part of me resting safely amonst your breast plate of love. Gently stroking my mind with your heart beat, creating a pulse to carry me thriugh out the life line giving purpose to the members of your body slipping pass your nable. thrusting tward your hips, leaving them warm with sensation, causing a circular motion, which speeds me along my way to secret places no man has gone before. How do I say this? and what are they call? To describe these places hmmmmmmmm. I must say friction, heat , soothing, peaks of volcanic trembles shakes me as I inter. Missfires from no where, direct hits everywhere., simultaneous explosions curupting me with gradification clearly expressed openly to your neurological patterns sending messages of mission acomplished. So what do you see THEWIND2 in your dreams none like no other.