Sure, my Aussie is singing…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…what’s this? And the guitar? All pretexts removed…trumpets on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…infinite desire…