Sooo shivered from a deluge with heed, at the naked and as nerves bundled half as much as I curled in to gasping. They reminded me to call upon the book of a Spanish painter of the souls as substance course clocked, splattered with a trail of blinding sunset upon gold rouse, flowed constantly like rims of Gaudi’s great work, placed as a silken fabric of blue paint yet
Taking the challenge to not mind possible affair By swimming naked around clad visitors Of a nearby river’s deluge And waiting for your far companion in trembling water whilst he’s off to his best and only he can stop the leisure as when I’ll call for aid in towel. A coolish waiting room in the silk fabric of blue paint swimming with Sun