Obscenity orb rapture

It looks like a sudden death if I take another look at how easily your fingers move when playing the piano of the creation of life, as if the moon were a treat and the rainbow ecstasy of your body souvenir.

Submerge me in it and drown me in the simple pleasure menjurge elixir of your lips aiming the exit of the most desired place, your resonators could agitate more than the same hurricane a lurking look activating the most dangerous volcano.

Creation/destruction is what you emit Who can have control? if you are a lion in the Milky Way, hoping...that your naive prey took a millisecond to touch the universe and you devoured it with much eloquence and divine lust.

If the black hole becomes of exuberant flowers as you take each sweet, turning them into the blinding perfume you gently kiss their petals, excessive perseverance thirst that drives me crazy.

Not if you understand me in the most illogical and runoff way that my brain mass radiates, but you know very well what I'm talking about and how it makes you feel; The ability to catch you with the simplicity of the words runoff that I transmit in all senses Are you prepared?...