Flower picking under flickering lights,inhaling heaven,ingesting destiny,dancing to the soft song of my lover.Lightning strikes,violet delights are undisturbed.Her sigh is thunder,and I am the Goddess of rain.

You must have bribed the sandman,sent him a long list of demands,requests of a delicate nature,that he hammered into my hazy dreams.Something is in the air.Perhaps magic,perhaps destiny.It’s hit me like a stone,like a lightning bolt.You are a strong whisky, served to a weak girl,and I am relentlessly thirsty.