Tools of Disillusion

The chemical taste, smell of burnt rubber. Deliver me headspace add the fire then replace, touch to glass; emergency. A tool, a texture, a cloud then a fuzzy pleasure. Bright lights produce a low steady hum ... I watch her shave her legs I love her sexy slender form. Delirious case, not amongst the norm; souls entwined, arm in arm. Tattoo my name on your left arm give me a kiss, a pop to share before we sexually perform. Make a video for pleasure and currency A tool of dilusion, the illusion is that she loves me