I lie between your thighs with meaningful intent. Orange and yellow phospherence fills my space after you have left.
Dense air fills the area. Smoke infiltrates my lungs inhaling the poison, I become addicted.
The aura grows demented. Brown and yellow. Orange and green. The haze is to be seen as if in a childhood dream.
Something quite familiar, but nothing like I've ever seen.
Distillation of my soul. What has once been lost, is now sure to be found.
Distortion of the mind dominates the spirit. The heart inevitably beats pure, white, innocence.
I'll judge myself more frequently than anyone else. Passion explicitly rests in the mind. My desires are a gift to me. The sun setting will always be free.