Moist Is Too Mist

Silky maintaining closer too with the chest to gleaming and blind that I am. Closer to mist; too offer it as thus of more bluest of blue luminous the dark cotton candy explosive the mind of joy it enchants us above always us at the highest like-also me above going down waves slowly in motion are you crowned in to deep inside hear me speak. Strike quick this heart deeply the eyes of thine like mine my hand your executioner brought to the top naked the end near; extended, pray rest it in death there you smell all around me. Just to dig you up once again and pretty eye looking down none but you try to hind me.