You make me feel noir and then you drag me to The Ocean, my Love…Nooo. It’s cold…slipping underneath the sweet, cruel, selfish, all-in-all impossible Aussie…

…immersion in your eyes…why and on who are you jealous, my Love? On a spirit? For my excruciating pain and deception and ghosting? Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…your scent, the heat of your skin…arch-cuddle…peony-Love on The Land of Candor…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…sweeeeet intrusion…lost in you, lost in pain, lost in ecstasy…