she felt weak hot sweat in a misty rain beauty for a moment they ache sadly

she likes puppy language but still whispers red luscious in the forest of moons

I said if it showed through behind your screams of recall no finger of shadow could stop it

beat by winter sky cry girl -- will you play to my summer music? purple flood water storms above you sleep delicate in the sea spray I want our love to swim

moan under a smooth white crush he did it a thousand times fast and bitter delirious and then gone men we will use them like peaches in spring