A little less heavenly grey
Tickling the wayward layman
Inticed through and through
Though thought comes exponential
A stark contrast to the fabric maiden
No flesh to be held as fragrance teases
To unending yearning brightly ignites
Very raNdom mind pours these lines
From and for my boredom
Whilst ou on the devices blink confused
Sorry if I wasted you time..
Goodbye then.