No Caldron Broths

This madness has me by the balls it rocks me and rolls me on all fours in her petticoat-furores loves entanglement, has no faults? No culpability, no caldron-broths no angel—devils disguised as moths. Love is a heat-sensing system. A viper's nest, the colder one-feels the more are disgorged, the more it is in a deep disequilibrium the more it repeals, conceals true ideals. Loves entanglement, has no faults? No culpability, no caldron-broths no angel devils disguised as moths. Love is just a heat-sensing system. The more madness has me by the balls it rocks-me-rolls-me on all fours- in her petticoat-furores.