I've become a wet neuron
Calling on the tails of subspace
Swimming in the pleasure of purple
She opens up the sea
Have you felt the latin coral fire
There in the underground gold
Where blue fish spawn serotonin
Tides with thighs of silk
Lost in stars of silver high heels
Great red rivers of moonlight
Islands flow like G Spot paintings
Bamboo canes sing like redshift paradise
Her leather gloves like a velvet shower
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