tribal71

the empty handed painter from your street is drawing crazy pattern's on your sheet's..sold my hart to the devil for you said it tasted like rotten candy canes..the motorcycle black madonna gypsy queen..licks her fingers in between..sleepwalking upside down's so old..there is no paradise at the gates of eden..i want nothing more than what i can't have..your mouth's a contellation,the clouds are in your eye's..the smell of jasmine..sweet divinity.