Longer modification, short wait

long wind

I count the strokes

on each individual tile

some photos for use.

 

Bird sounds

when writing tender

lines, numbers, locations, Burger Zoo

pay, accompany, quick devotions

hurry, digital tempo.

 

Admission, confessions

the old seats

knowledge about pheromones

phono sound - surround

whirring

flat rate.

 

Be observed.

Hush! Stand still! Freeze!

The baby cries, might be breastfeeding

my kid is a miracle

brainchild

says each baby on TV

beautiful environment, not here in the train

candy machine

travel frustration.

 

New beginning, back to start

lust, while shopping parades

the diva

on the first night

only a gentle stroking.

 

Suspecting demanding

lovelies, your guesses

that old ball sack only

love wants

she needed a

laundry bag.

 

Curiosity, as the evening

with my cat

hidden in the wardrobe

one might think that abstinence

heavier than it drags

others carry heavy

idleness

or joy.

 

Heir, home to my pet

starves it, after hours

in an animal

the, dash, the, solitude

reuse

always the same words

line abuse

I like it bad, then

come with me into the

strip mall gallery.

 

Base wobbles, love felt

in a long time

often difficult to write

sweating, calling

refreshment.

 

That you are to me

my pale beauty

with the beautiful

made as for my hand

breasts, six female lips

& legs

in sight, no sound, subwoofer

sound.

 

Of course, it should be me

Like it matters! What the people of today

not to report, have

unfortunately, however, address

they, in all joy, the, damage

on, off, way, path

leverage.

 

Great is not it, I think

alert, on waking up

I'll awake not sure.

Light on! Spot out!

 

Ridicule at, scorn, from

space-saving, hot, should

not, the foreign exchange

the feelings, switching positions

change of position

change.

 

Oh, be apparent, rollercoaster

because if I do could, unaware

please read! Before me, the fashion show

after her, stylish

filters, tea, air distribution

worship with flowers, air distribution

flowers slave.

 

Plants, fungi, reporting

our powers, our tour

the travel. Make me rice!

Baby.

 

For meat dish, in the face

joystick legacy

wrong udder

porn bar.

 

Yellow-purple, the colour of lust

it is for me, like an addiction

them, the one for me too, have

to me, a circle around.

 

Buzzed

be a circular orbit

circled, ready to give me.

Listen, my life!

 

Should I ask only

to dance

around you, turn field circles, whispering customer

revolves around yours.

Spin me round, round, baby, round, round!

 

Subwoofer

the moistening

your tongue

& the impudence of others

about the times you have

away can see.

 

By that time, the little boy

your prey, my happiness

also eudaimonia

your subwoofer

my sound.