I feel the nuts popping my gestalt, she looks hot as beans
We are human beings, protein in the clear plasma
In the name of scientific shindigs
My pressure rises in the hollow hardness of society
As each thorny sensation of eschewing from The Police
Makes stalking the yellow panes
Featuring a beautiful feathery beauty
Tingling sensibilities
I can feel those chili pickles, get spicy
I can still smell my beads breadth going into directions
Different from looking at her waist