This velvet feels like being drunk,
mixed with lazy flower with big stink.
Pumped and coddled (cuddled?) and then disassembled,
The last petal falling on she loves me not.
I sever myself from the world
With a fever which I blame on you and your crazy mouth,
Which can kiss my heat away tonight,
now that the moon has entered the sky
And is outing [??] dogs rub their ribs against fences
and cats pulsate like [?]s
Yowling with desire for doo-wop.
What's inside me is rampant, wanting ice-bath or alcohol sponge,
Something to extract and into a test tube.
Glowing in the dark like Madame Curie's lover.
Nothing will end, the [???].
What's inside me is rampant,
wanting ice-bath or alcohol sponge,
Something to extract and into a test tube.
Glowing in the dark like Madame Curie's lover.