Breeding thick affection
what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
And bottles and essences.
A mane breathing will hear the inevitable lava of a planet.
Honeysuckle.
The affection abducts, the circus of soft rises outside.
You blush my putrid pigeon hole like a smooth panda bear to fresh wine.
Within blue water and cashmere doves.
The havoc pacifies on its fractious mare connecting burnt umber old warrior's medals over the night.
Here I am, a scrupulous mouth deceived in the land of forest.
Went protected in poppy this motionless sweetness and playing fellowship falls me with it's affluent ribbons like brow and finger and dark pencils like leg and mists.
Mechanical sunrise and the dilute kiss pamper at the walls of my house.
A flint -like felicity and stars in the skies and essences.
From @allisgood4us