At night- in the garden, (fantasia),
Set amongst eternal green turf,
There are thousands of red roses,
Full to their thorns with affection,
Blooming for the Moon’s attention
In return the Moon blushes, a majestic glow.
Surrounded- by (sparkling) lingering blue mist,
The gardens romantic stillness charges the whole world,
This is when heartbeats truely come alive
Fall in love and get lost in the paradise of the stars,
It is a true work of art when sparks ignite within lightlessness,
Welcome to the Kingdom of Whimsical Bliss.
When I purr for you, your eyes turn crazed.
That sound consumes you to the core,
And I love how dazed you become,
They say you can tell if people are real by biting them,
So with my teeth I taste your madness,
My lips inhale and exhale the life in and out of you,
One mouthful at a time,
And it feels like diving into a realm of coloured smoke.
Division ONE: Beanie
Division TWO: messy hair
Division THREE: Faux fur + pout
Division FOUR: Eastern Bloc Russian hat
Division FIVE: Couture rugging
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