Lust

Now you are WINE

Coming,

or cumming.

The strongest of the breed.

A wreck now composed.

I composed your music, man:

"Erase everything.

Feed the lava at the minor chords

Retain yourself

as a creature once extinct

today risen aroused and pumping wine."

I thought you were extinct indeed.

Never thought you would return:

Red wine.

Rita Hayworth said to me in a dream:
"Baby, you can move mountains with lust."

Lush.