the first time i layed my own eyes apon that singing princess thoughts ran through my mind as spies use violence from a distance stomaches ache and tingle feline features in the darkness forest green our bubble brings our dream like state to realness

where do we go from here is what im thinking where do we go from here is what im asking cojo dont let it disappear cause the magics felt all around us the day that you shed that tear i knew i couldnt hold on

missing everything that brought me closer to the realest stillest sessions beyond sexing where we venture nightly baby never fighting so amazing those eyes are whenever were mating touching without senses this is senseless not to mention silent tentions when were both here french is our new language just to mention made of strangers were still fishing on the top of that star