Appear in a divine dual endeavor,
She wants white canvas,
breaks them out, in beauty and freedom.
Believe the drunk!
Take that impulsive sleep,
Care for our fiery sexual cure.
'Hear!' she said. "Sculpt! You're me!
"Let that miasma come brother!"
Who needs a dish of mouth, when green.
Demand, eat your full thought . . .
Share a couch, observe,
Think, and act.
She lets some dirty dead differences here speak out!
Some shy sleep before music.
As much as it sticks to some soft thing,
Throw our water, then junk wood,
Hold for observation.
It's said after cunning delight.
"Mellifluous, (sniff!), has her period."Cuddle your angel!
Get him to know our obscure grip.
Never compose a lie!
Its truth must say how much I risked in metal,
Must doctor him with dust?
Could I borrow a sequence like color?
But he attached deep resentment, was empty.
Made, sculpt-ed facts in some way,
As time pressures red paint.
Programming would then chant romance,
They time my faithful passion.
If blonde drugs trashed you,
Lose her sanguine will from damaged smoke.
Come, infant, better know a fool, fresh and glorious,
Down high, sure, a wry society above.
Caught a child, straight, feeling nerved, a cruising metaphor.
Opinion licked clean of her bearing she'd soon investigate how,
What guile, buys problems.
Flavorless sanity Pal -
Form must hurt Peace.
with Ona V, 5/25/2006, 26, 27, 28
