…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness, The Pulse…The Great Climb…ignition…lost
No. It’s cold. Slipping…hugging The Path…seizing all prominencies…trumpets on the Lilies Road, down on the lines of candor, lost in the bazaar…


…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness, The Pulse…The Great Climb…ignition…lost