Angel Juice They fueled my warplane with 130 grade octane It was bright green and full of spells It was witchcraft just like flight Making my plane soar like a rocket So I could shoot down **** jets Defeat their Me-309 escort fighters Beating them by pure ******* speed Then nail the ***** jet with my cannon Blowing his ******* head off with 20mm Me the aerial knight in his chariot An airborne God in a Hawker Tempest The best fighter plane of the war Superior to all that was German Be it Focke Wulf 190 D versions Or their upgraded Me-109 K series Or the 309s and anything else I was equal to their vaunted jets Like the He-162 Salamander Or fast Me-262 which was ace I was God...
I left my thoughts on the pillow and started waltzing on the carpet barefoot just to see that wicked smile of yours while the cloud's throwing out its soot, making alliances with the purple storm, unwelcoming the beauty of the darkness the one between the stars, keeping us in the fortress of unfulfilled dreams, leaving us all behind stainless steel made bars.
I left my thoughts on the pillow, the bedroom sins remain in the night, your kiss has left all my senses in turmoil, for I was and I am a very old soul inside. Charmed and crowned by Madame Tempest, looking for a bone of guilt, expecting the unexpected at a wedding's breakfast, a brilliant book of menace she has built.
I left my last thoughts on the pillow, and then I left the other dark half of mine that annihilated this restlessness from my soul. Now I can shout out loud: I'm alive!
Blue eyes wandering Meet with brown eyes Talking up tempests and Blue eyes stops and stares. Because wow brown eyes You got it going on girl. Brown eyes stares back and... Giggles. Brown eyes walks over to blue eyes, The tempest twists Twisting to a twister A twister twisting the tempest Into a beautiful hurricane. And at the eye, Of the hurricane I mean, Are their eyes. The blue one And the brown one Eclipsing one another Taking in each other. And blink... They were gone. Whisked away on a blowing breeze The sky their tap shoes. The clouds their slippers And the breezes their clothings. Soon blowing breezes turned to hugs And hugs turned to handholds And handholds turned to kisses And kisses turned to... Love. And it all started With blue meeting brown.
Darkness dredges deep into the soul, tempest gouges out my stillness in manic vengeance, lightning in fiery wrath rips up the mind’s horizon. Thunderous sky roars in scaring rage. Panicked, stars have gone hiding in the pall of gloomy clouds.
My soul too blackens out, O Shepherd, where are you this night?
Come away with me as we give into our intense passion that consumes us like a storm of euphoric bliss A rush of a new thrill A lustful entanglement Like a rain drop falling into a rushing cascade that then trails along, like fingers tracing on skin Bliss, a bitten lip kiss We tumble togther caught in an incessant ****** of powerful tempest winds, no holding back Lost in eachother, like crashing lightning lost in the thunderclouds