Clippers of the Skin Kiss

the group,some chicken soup.the loop i was on.busted lawns with a fawn.she said she fed while i was in bed.letters in the head turn,lovers learn how to spell burn with lips quiver.i did not give her directions to infections,but yea,she found mine,floating lost land mines that by design kill time while intertwined.the fine neaunce of her beauty body,love give me naughty,the thought we conjour,up on a lounger i hear her drowned her fear.yall get out of hear.mist,do spill on a lovers kill.go,go,to a more important show.