Nicotene bites at the trail of her softly scattering fingernails – And a dark yellow stain sails angrily against
The face of one room’s par excellence aside purely circumstantial shadow
Outright intensified by these barebacked lies … No place for her but for a sexually suppressed canvas sits suggestively atop of
Her awfully awry only no less deliciously naked body of audiovisual supremacy – Soon as then, she disappears for dust with the best of them.
