She is the thaumaturgy of midnights
whisper
And the ethereal magic of winters spark
Oscillating in my braincase as an atom in quiescent space
Her complex body language stirs up memories of Latin verbs in my Herculean mind
Her complex body language stirs up memories of Latin verbs in my Herculean mind
Dilating the conscious conscience within with such transmundane glamour & celestial glee,
yet still constricting the coniferous pessimistic thought
yet still constricting the coniferous pessimistic thought
she is the sweet barbiturate lulling the
gods of love and men of philosophia to deep Goliathic sleep
Her taintless body and dirty mind uproars ethics
into this nostrum pandemonic nebula
into this nostrum pandemonic nebula
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