Twisted Sister

Twisted is the way of words at war having none to many knickers. Pleasurable manta of ardor winds rooms bed wedged together lent. Blind white noise orifices fumes since first we bathed on the lake forgetfulness uncanny her shore. Grouping minds wanting treasured friends holding hands relenting not brother who is depf at nothing true faking every thing noise expected. Tied to the bed by a Sister Twisted. ) it(s..is..magic you..know... ) it(s..written..in the.. chalk..of..) it(....your... twisted...face...