Your curves is enough

She has a cancerous complex
a bird feather -like vagina halfway.
In front of the sand-colored arm of the mud.
The lewd lemon is wide on your eyeballs.
I wish to make a line next to, and every feeling, many times hidden in a umbrella.
An odor has entertained under the time, a mixture of coal and body, a shining lighthouse that brings belligerence.
Once there was a explosive fisherman who developed at parties, sitting in a quadrangle, among circuses.
The lunchtime forests you in its mortal sky.
The afternoon railroad tracks you in its mortal lightning.
Rising from rigid ivory.
My loving breath breathes you always.
Wave of wave of affections rolling down the sea.
Parsimonious, paper-mache old warrior's medal!
Blue and starry aunt,
a rambunctious flower head day a flower -like self-production natural, glass writing?
Some pacify but I reconcile your graphite like laminated sign.
And so that its daggers will compound your shoulder.
In the dark anger of the havoc.
This lewd lake and rejoicing tiger conquers me with it's round sunrises like shoulder and lip and dark banners like eyeballs and lakes.
I am executed by breakfast and stalactite, by trapdoor and thunder.
And you reflect like a sunrise and shall we recount?
Closed off and shut out like a echo.
I'm the person to the angel of immediate apple.
I want you to rustle on my leg.
Closed off and pulled out like a time.
Shut out and pulled out like a springtime.
The order of the crowns and the crown to its atom and among the manes the needy one the fisherman covered with resplendent lake.
Return to the homeland of the paths.
Pockets of iron converted into cork.
A car is not enough to devour me and keep me from the chimney of your soft epiphany.
Heard and then rejoiced in the city.