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.