…hugging the whole sweet Aussie specie…deep intrusion, a bell on His Highness, trumpets on the swan lines…slipping on the tender sides, landing on the hips…infinite desire…turn to The Path, down to the border…The Great Reveal of The Great Sweetness…lost…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost in you…
When what, my Love? Fall on the sweet Irish-Aussie specie…
