Jazzmin Flush (27)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (27)"
  
   Jazzmin Flush sincerely plunged deep into the Northwest Territories, snowgirl, a glacial feast of near death, fluxing Otherworldly--in and out of normal, human consciousness, driven psychotically by more than mere sexuality; moreover, a regal chance to royally indulge in true love, to innocently play, knowing that if sacred sex was a real possibility, not sloppy sport squirts and dastardly queefs, but something special and sublime--like play between two prancing pronghorn; next, it was welcome and worth it.  Too, there is no pressure in lovely play save for advantage-taking sadists.   
   Therefore, Jazzmin Flush--dead and alive, lost to a freaky friendship, having totally engaged in the friendly fantastic of mystic synergy--she collapsed into frostbite; nevertheless, got yanked around the noose-like neck of her near demise by magically forged yet chummy canine incisors from the platinum shimmer of Canis lupus arctos; indeed, Thomas had shown up!  And isn't that what life is all about?  Showing up.