I want our loneliness be tie up
I want to blind your meaningless with my love

I want to spread my sense on your skin
I want to inhale your breath with feelings

I want to rope you on my possessed words
I want to **** your melody with soap box bold

I want to tape you moaning
I want to film you trembling

I want to put spell all over your body
I want to fable up your bloodiest

Iron man with his chessmen
Reinvent heretics for God's sake
Rational excuse aforesaid

Iron man with his chessmen
Wild flowers dancing to salute them
Drinking the blood after the game

Let me cherish thee this time
Never bartered you with victorious rime
Let me consecrate individuals with my light
You are your own conducting mind

Your heart is living in my pulse
Like the chronicler beneath
The thousands of whirligig

Rocky pony necks me
As how the God of time piece
Treasured a tear of grass

To the end of the entire questing
By the way the wondering

It's glorious of love
She got absolutely feeling
She is absolutely insane

It's glorious of love
He got blasphemy her body
He is abusing his crazy

It's glorious of love
She has no memories
Apart from his too late to off setting

It's glorious of love
He has no case to worry
Apart from the crash of her trembling

It's glorious of love
To the end of the entire questing
By the way the wondering

It's glorious of love

Kissing over you in my words

Tuning a line by stringing your hair

Kissing you with my lines

Punching and doting my shyness in your skin

Kissing you in with my sighs

Breathing out all your dumbness
And letting it digest us

If they need our kiss code

I want to type your hair into a machine

So you will ask me to teach you to read

I want to record your pupil into a diary

So you will answer my question
While you dance with me

I want to scoop your smile into my face

So you will remember me and run with our forever

If they need our kiss code

Reclusive turtle soloing about its ribcage for one bestie' tendency.

After spent the night in its master's clink full of candelabra with Earthlings, the turtle doesn't want to go to thine torturous awry cotillion where everyone is fumbling for the right words.

It is happier to mate with the bestie while all the misnomers vibrating as if they would penetrate into the soul lucidly. Seeking gratification by every frottage and endless non-penetrative ***, whispering straightforward colloquial language became a morbid fascination.

Beastie frighten and enthralled the turtle with Sigillum Dei like riffs from decades of its polytheistic worship, machinations and machinations of coercive persuasions unlike crowdy psychopathies who pay no heed to propaganda and their mutual ******* provoked by **** star personality taxonomy and *** toy fabrication.

Turtle caused beastie a impairment of memory because of its anonymity and disruption of beliefs.

Falling in love with you like seeing someone else dresses in my skin. What I want to do to you is systematically indoctrinate you through torture techniques.

In the dark ferry
Sleep party people playing
I'm not human at all they sing
Under blue moonlight you are shiny

****** merry caffeinated
Fed me your gadget addict
Weaned me off absconding
Baffling babbling banging banqueting