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the mechanism of a sparkling life

is somehow something more

than a silhouetted daydream.

shining through dark shadows

with bright eyes like a headlights beam.

blue... brown and green

chasing the technicolour lights of the rainbow

on the back of seductions dream.

breathless in a mind full of fantasies

as the stars align with the sun and moon.

sifting through the wind

floating around on a passionate breeze.

your voice caresses sweet flesh

like a paint brush on a canvas.

with our old wild fantasies.

painting our lives entwined in pleasure’s colours.

magic streaming from sensual touches of the bristled brush

and clouding the still waters of judgment