City Night Sing, Sing, Sing

Passion, when did you deliver/ when i met you the hammer upon this hungry anvil --> knock, knock --> knocking! Kiss, hand in that hungry lip-lock angry lip wanting passion! ---->the road up to the river was empty until we arrived|| Bridge. Fog. Music and smoke from a lit cigarette and hips thrusted into the imagination of darkness from night time stories . the wet shore of anguishing waves spoke: we can be together -- only you, only me. the CITY NIGHTS LAUGHING WAITING FOR NO ONE AND IN WATER, IN HIPS, UNTIL NIGHT SEEPS INTO MEMORIES ESCAPING DAY. :: 09-08-2017 ::