~~~ Lollapalooza ~~~
~ Lollapalooza ~
Some said it was the way she moved, that made the dusk-filled sonata, steam, below a shimmering, lunar landscape of unreachable, milky argent.
Her hair; flecked tints of burgundy fawn, prancing through the still, fresh air.
Beau-blue terrene’s of electric cyan, mounted upon alabaster ooids, boasted twin vapours of misty resplendence; fog-brumed reveries of the naked now, happenstanced her leucous dreams.
Muslin veils of winceyette, were wont to break upon the gentle hum of a zephyred twilight.
Teutonic eyes, attended to his ailing chamber of crushed velvet, wielding their thoughts with suzerainty, whisking away a troubled mind.
Her troupe l’oeil enticed, then spliced theomanic delusions of reservations, and escalations; desperation richocheted emanations from the trembling silk of her flesh-bound Shangri La; widgeon mouths readied themselves to press heaven against heaven, undeniably cutting her marbled neckline with his tongue, never breaking through; ears, that beckoned to be tasted; crimson cheeks waited for tenderness; lips, abandoned, then given to her, as the last thrashings from a wild beast…….