My soft lover a mesh of tangle a meal of flesh. You lick my body in search of tears Time is random in this space as it floats on your sentiental fragrance. You taste my lament halo .INTOXIFICAITON. I am deliourous more or less momentarily evanscent. Supple stroke Certain converion [Deliever [to santify [to love] this breath.
good stuff. i have yet to write a song about sexual things and not have people laugh at it. now i'm kinda weary of writing about it.
