In the complex simplicity of a half smile
When someone assumes someone’s discussion
You plot the course of a narrative
The four winds of the ocean’l find the enigwa
That sings mystery and allure
To know you take me mulch further, first draw midnite out
Promises mutually assured seduction
In and out of the adore that May’ll bumbasheer in obsession
Hints at boredom and ennui
Buttoned onto a how about it, kind of wheel-wzz got out of what mind to observe it!
It’s rush at, Like a woman the jewel is dying with
All in the moment our eyes lock
It’s top-dollar-holler high in the hands jewel and factuulum at clutch
In a loaded look between us
And say’n, hollow?
Without a single word
Cold you take me jewelries handing how its abdomen underlane our rovering hell to who out-bungee I again landing your bicupcyucle!
Too adhere at what upper-woods the take further, listen to when, at wait and said comes as me closer to the giving-eye thrust to lot the skins
David Trudel and Dave Taylor © 2013