A crimson boat waives the flow of the waves as a blonde figure craves an infernal sun.
Next to the maiden and the dandy-fella, blossoms a vermillion umbrella whose role was to play a timid cellar for two red apples and one apricot the blonde damsel could have brought to quench her burning want of the lustful monster.
Closing her ice-blue eyes, the fair woman, her sinful inspiration did summon to come carve on her body so sullen the orange vision of the new Benzart bridge.