Joan Of Arc Gripped By The Lips
My skin's an antenna and my skin's a shell, it's a sexy porno and it's a funny comedy.
It's knuckles or palms, sex hypnotized, Paul Bunyan balled and almond-eyed proof that one is so more than none than two could ever be to one, but we're gripped by the lips bit by bit, like how now swallows now we're puckered solemn each lost I keeping busy palm reading psalms like how now swallows now, and we're gripped by the lips bit by bit until every face that your face may contain every face that your face may contain.
