sitting in solitude
feeling the mini tornadoes
that twirl and make this kind of throb of life
materialization of existing
memory of movements within love
sizzles down
exposes hot kinky lust
she opens her eyes
at the canvass still dripping of her last nights
fallen acts of naked body paint she rolls around
hands rubbing everywhere
the giggling moans of excitement
involuntary muscle spasms
typing on the underwood cast iron typewriter
love the wacking of the paper with the keys
so addictive
so passionate wild untamed
so lovely
so perfect so erotic
diabolical laughter
end scene
juniper confusion
