Wishful Thinking

Fluffy tenderness lays upon seven linen layers enticing me to kiss two pink noses; Neptune pretends moon crescents. They lick me; one is the cuddle of a coo, the other is my beau.

"What are you staring at?"

This woman is particularly acute for nonsensical moments of our nonsense.

"Bloody fucking hell...."

"You know people can see you staring down your shirt like that; the both of you!"

"I am not going to acknowledge you as to continue. This matter is amongst us."

Giving up our notion of busty bursts we discover our bodies; the implausible reality of stillness in motion.

"You really should see this....."

He lifts his hat for intrigue provoking the lion to prowl over his hunched back; I remove a purposely loose long sleeve.

"We need a custom design."

"Yes we need room for us to lay side by side."

Present squanders away; I am the chaotic reaction from gases of planetary delusion.

"You really think this will do it?"

"I know it will we watched him fuck with this shit enough to figure out how to get us out there."

"This is going to be confusing as all bloody hell but at least we will be together."

"We will always be together no matter what but this will be the confirmation."

"We need to do this for each of us."

"Do you think they will be anything like us?"

"Yes I think they will become us....."

"Systematic cancellation....."

"How do we combine when we come out the state of nonexistence?"

"Damned if I know let him figure it out!"

We observe Baxter's oddly uninteresting transfers; we amaze ourselves. Tubes sparkle red and purple metallic neatly hidden beneath a trap door environment inside a rainbow candy box; our personal mix of impersonal magic from an unfortunate rabbit falling out the five dollar bill's hat.

"Sheba licks and fetches."

"Odin rolls before implying his whiskers need preening."

The despondency of air fascinates confusion. I am transient existence; I swim through veins searching for pieces. I wish to gather my head; the horseman scared the bloody hell out of people, we might be friends.

"I want him badly...."

"The desire has resorted to want."

"Need and want can be the same."

"Desire and need cannot...."

"This virginity thing is baffling."

"I just want my tuna steak. Juicy and tender......"

"You mustn't be so naughty......we are virgins."

"I want it raw, fresh out of the ocean."

"I want to suck vanilla coated coffee beans just for the center of my wildest dreams."

"That was absolutely raunchy! You know as virgins we must maintain some sort of image."