Before nightfall, fuck your brains out, pleasure and passion, reflecting rain drops. The howling night, my zombies dancing outside like wild, lost horses, a phantom ninja melting into the balmy night, my wooden cross on the kitchen table.
Pale yellow canary, and off-white, invisible panties, the shadows kiss the streetlights and streetlamps, the soft and succulent song deliciously fades in the background.
Our wet veil of breath, breathing red cloud masterpiece. Sharp teeth like sharks in blood water, the opening tranquility of torn promises, wedding rings on the carpet, a blissful geyser and the melancholy puddles glisten and gleam like drowsy diamonds boiling on the hot black asphalt, eyes afire, lust, lust, lust, fuck my brains out.