…fall on the sweet, impertinent, noir Aussie specie…infinite delight…bells on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Mid-Galaxy with trumpets and hearts, down to The Path…infinite desire…lost at the border…The Great Reveal…lilies on the lines of candor, down to the bazaar…lost in sweets…up on The Sweet Unknown…peony-cradle, tulip-love…climbing, landing…collapse…lost in you…
Ach so, so this is my sweet Aussie’s tactics to persuade me to exercise…one day I’ll eat you without any persuasion…
