A catatonic encounter with the first kind...
And the preacher strikes the bell. There are no hunchbacks here, only admirable men. No one can tell what they're hiding. A pinched nerve or a crucifix? You can never be too careful, and we aren't about to save anyone's lives. This bloodgulch has gone on too long. As nails dig deeper, I start to gain momentum and an epiphany is born. "Could this be love?" asks an onlooker. Well, sir, I'm not sure how to begin.
[It's at this moment that the lights go out and Hell dines on the lower beings.]
Her eyes engorged in mine, I feel so severed that I can't even take a breath. And if I close my thoughts, a swifter shape takes form and ecstacy bites at the bit. But wait. Can you believe this is happening? The lesser forms, feeding on a prey so beautiful that they shrink in blindness. Her neck tips back and pours out every decent aura that surrounded me. A quick bite stands as the fuse burnt to start a fire. [I begin to think "It was this easy from the start and I never caught on? Excuse me for my innocense, ladies. I was only trying to help.] The cauldron calls me. Breathing in the aroma of hot passion never seemed like a good idea. But we were one, and no crowds to intervene. Another section removed, and now what tempts me but lust. Who saw this coming?
I decline and a better sense of insight lies achieved. Trickery never fooled me before. A slick captain aboard the S.S. Minnow, perhaps, and the cliff impedes us. Could a crash derail everything we've had and stretch the miles until our hearts are bursting with anticipation? Well America, only time will tell for the two villains of androgyny and beauty, coupled at last. A final note to the editor:
"I hate you." That won't stop me from adoring you.
[It's at this moment that the lights go out and Hell dines on the lower beings.]
Her eyes engorged in mine, I feel so severed that I can't even take a breath. And if I close my thoughts, a swifter shape takes form and ecstacy bites at the bit. But wait. Can you believe this is happening? The lesser forms, feeding on a prey so beautiful that they shrink in blindness. Her neck tips back and pours out every decent aura that surrounded me. A quick bite stands as the fuse burnt to start a fire. [I begin to think "It was this easy from the start and I never caught on? Excuse me for my innocense, ladies. I was only trying to help.] The cauldron calls me. Breathing in the aroma of hot passion never seemed like a good idea. But we were one, and no crowds to intervene. Another section removed, and now what tempts me but lust. Who saw this coming?
I decline and a better sense of insight lies achieved. Trickery never fooled me before. A slick captain aboard the S.S. Minnow, perhaps, and the cliff impedes us. Could a crash derail everything we've had and stretch the miles until our hearts are bursting with anticipation? Well America, only time will tell for the two villains of androgyny and beauty, coupled at last. A final note to the editor:
"I hate you." That won't stop me from adoring you.