My Luna.

I'm getting better at drawing hair.

Je manque votre souffle sur mon visage

My footprints in your web,

Your heart pours into mine.

I think we might be woven.

First impressions, last.

Imagination moves me.

Your frost has my face whipped,

Wake me with rose.

You know I'm coming back.

Knock me out.

What are you grey or blue?

Are you red?

Are you well fed?

Motionless in your arms.

Emotionless, never.

Never ever.

Oh my gosh I love your stripes.

Spin in you all night long.

Lavish posture slut,

Draping your limbs about.

Your far too intelligent.

Wants you, everybody.

I want you.

Seine your hair, thick and blowy.

So much Odeon.

Campari Pyjamas, I'm into you.

The Blanc, Louis, pass it.

And wipe my tears as the snow falls on the wing.

The hollow sound of the love that you sing.

Skin

It's really ok to be in the skin you're in.