Such brittle sense – in seductive breathtaking tunes – strings of love.
My blue eyes – and feelers widely opened – coloring this life.
From a deep breath – arrows of words move fast – into hearts or tears.
In extension – embracing can exist – down inside upwards.
ART ART ART
Brain Body Soul
NEXT NEXT LAST
Balancing – a key to every relation – loving life.
Now listen – talking seriously to myself – I do I do I do.…. but no use.
Face the body – safety for butt, boobs and brain – hat’s on.
Topped for now – no survival in sight – choc o’ late est call.