She's a warm fart at Christmas.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.