well it would be wild

to be kissing with my mouth open, strumming with a hand that didn't know calm... Running that hand through an endless forest floor, accelerating lust riots... But this unbroken heart knows what it has met! Straight into the eyes of a storm it saw some unreadable fear but sidewats saw (almost openly) redefining love of danger. This pot will bubble on untended and unintended, more happily, and wait for the unhungry diner.