Touch her face and fail to wallow unto her
This sea has enraptured everything
Pretty little posy moments, wherein they whisper sweet aside silent boyhood to girl streams
Of self-conscious, dependable dreams
We sit and partake – these lenses of ours to a mammoth wide screen existence
Do tend to take a fair time in relaying their cataclysmic, albeit rather oft softly suggestive reems
We’ve been under the blue, beneath these stars mid-evening here we are