TO: Lipstick like butter, I drip past your knees.
NYC: Peace noun - it's in the meat, and the area met.
TO: An hour has past, the waffles are burning, the smell alone gets-me-off.
NYC: This sounds like a new love: crouch and hiss and straddle for discovery and in the end I hope there is a cracking sound.
TO: Performer/ Audience/ Mirror... I am dreaming up ways to leave you in luxury.
NYC: Carry a bag of some of me to your house. Leave a stain. This time is precious for me.
TO: A gem, a stone, a melting pebble, call me that song you attracted in shadow.
NYC: We danced on our knees and you grabbed my hands.
TO: Kidnapping thoughts from old beliefs, change the melody to a higher cloud, tempt the gods, a siren song, beautiful in this, hold me in the grave, fantasies of another time, beyond the vale, warriors are worn off kisses from others, jealous of everyone your lips move for, blackbird baby, I keep on repeating, coyote sweets, lick the blood from my paws
NYC: I listend to that song fast and slow, but I listened more than 100 x
TO: The power of words, I soak you in acid for days.
NYC: Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one in this city that has time for love.
TO: The flame can remain untamed, now I think I'm fallen.