I'm Up.
and all i can think of,
is going down,
first course is the justice to those lips i'll do.
in tribute to the Goddess that has made herself in you.
ruthless hips and a savage rib is no cage.
all the rage baby.
gimmie all you got.
I got Marvin's whole back-catalogue to play.
and you shatter, not break the record.
we could raise the very Sun together.
eclipse and freshen the tidal paints of leisure.
whatever pressure we could get into i'd say elementary, couldn't fooled.
for pleasure i'd halt at the distance of touch.
you follow rivers.
whatever you can catch. capital is a cup.
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