Hi The Renates, Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris.

Danke für's Adden!