Naked, abrupt in her nature and whipsmart nocturnal

She sits and whispers and asks of his Guggenheim technique – of its whereabouts its permitted wherewithal

The workings from psychiatric heart aside intertangled nature, perhaps that he simply is

The camera the photograph all rolled gloriously in one person whose inner energetic world crossfire collides by inner force

A new phenomenon, this eager-faced sexual tumult that causes him to lean himself lower toward while causing a thousand perfect accidents between the shape of her screaming, scheming legs again

Staggeringly suggested aside undeniably sloppy seconds, he still smiles as though his transfixed world were to suddenly become artificially enveloped within hers