Rain coloured brown,
and I kissed your blossomed nipples with no navigation of future.
Wet lights, jerking fantasies and a window full of parachutes…
Sweetheart we belong to inflammation ages,cats egos and quest for rock and roll.
Dilemma between your transient breasts and gargantuan vagina,
I won’t dream for future.
A day of no boundaries, my sexual uplifting, my spiritual masterbation, babe; your autistic blowjobs,
Next time don’t ask me whether I love you or not,
Flow with my eastwind.