The smooth moving shadow felt the need to drive the sun up for an egg and pan to use my purple tongue. Knives and forks ship eats from some elaborate show laying there delirious, hot as it goes down.
The head heaves through and worships white fingers, as a luscious shining raw drool floods a road. And water, will it ask has language no recall after watching hot juice from a delicate forest storm? Yes I only stop, stare, essentially I live when in winter and must manipulate summer to produce my Goddess.
Do rains whisper, as those behind no power placed up apparatus to rock out? So go ACHE, drunk club. Live, love as life's smooth winter urge do not shine. When I think recalling a.m. TV. Breast puppies, I mean they fingered franticly, meat lust from say a language, my red incubate diamond chant.