It had been seven years
since she last felt this way...

Pacified
by crafting pictures...

He knew it was blue;
she knew it was green...

They landed with a thump,
and seemed to writhe around...

On the tip of my tongue -
cool water trickles...

She wore the latest fashion;
ebony lace, stiletto heeled...

I hang from the edge
of the pier, with your words...

He made her want to
dance with mythical creatures...

I heard ringing
somewhere in the distance...

Bitter prickles
send feathers tracing...

I drive
a high speed green machine...

Completely different to my normal stuff. It's...