The way you grace my tongue that's covered 'n strawberry leaves is fascinating.
It looks splendid and taste like the inhaled glory of love.
Your horrific, you're like gold rocks inbetween my teeth. Hiding from the rotten democracy, rotten democracy, rotten democracy, hiding from the rotten democracy. In these teeth my inebriated 'parents' had split into me.
You're lucky dna was so ever kind on me.
You know I named it after you. My unsavory sanity. Its all in the name of you.
These Ivy gaze is inked in my fleshly skin. She sins in the act of desire, in the act of being art in the most illicit way. To be like music in the eyes of the sweetly beloved.
Baby I should pack my things and go. And go with your heart in my pocket. Is that unfair? Your falling backwards and I'm ready to see you crash, I'm sorry I don't plan on catching you this time.
