Soft Inter Transience (song)

(intro)

Soft inter transience

Winters cold touches us

Brewing our ambience

 

(chorus)

Halt, above my heaven!

Feel, outside etherial

 

(v1)

Dance all the way to the centre of your mind

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

Just look up to the sky, the moon is sitting high

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

 

(v2)

Perfects just a word, not a place for our kind

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

You look at you, your shelling your cocoon

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

 

(v3)

Buttfly you rise, out from inside

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

Fly up, fly up high

Find the inner tribe of your feelings

Dragon Princess Love

                 Hi 
                  I 
                  ss 
                 She 
                Kings  
               Daughter  
             Fire scales 
             Warm touch 
            Don’t prickle 
             warm snake 
            Gentle caress 
            Silky smooth 
           Clothing falls  
             beyond my  
             Breasts an  
             Little tiny 
               Tongue 
             Long tines 
           Tickling touch 
           Around a-re-ola 
         I take my turn too 
        Stroke her feathers 
        Softness it defined  
        Down her back from 
        Her head they have 
       Made a trail. For my 
      Fingers slowly follow  
      Every vane, rachis by 
      Its downy roots. They 
      Shiver at every little  
       Touch as I reach down
        Her   bottom   curls   
         Tiny   downy  bits 
          Mixed  with  the  
           Exquisite blue  
            Shiny   scale  
             entranced  
              As her  
               head 
               Turns                     . 
                Her                    -in 
                 Tail                   Jo 
                 Wraps             We 
                     Around      And 
                           My waist 
              

Herald for euphoria

Sound the trumpets of delight,
The mighty wings of joy that spread through our own betwixt might,
In addition to our exclusive flowers, taste the fruit of the hours

Thundering down the plain,
Put forward the Calvary’s domain,
The squelching paps of angelic grass,
Celebrating all that has come and past

For flags are to wave,
On our parapets of ours to cave,
Into the Casino of desires,
A lottery were winning erupts in joyful fires