Vanilla Grace

A spirited moon skipped and skid across the silent snowy steppes as a pale sun sidled and slid. Her passionate sensuous steps softly seduced the stars to shine across the silent snowy steppes. I beseeched the night to be mine, singing a sentimental song, softly seduced the stars to shine. The Milky Way formed a sarong surrounding me with deep desire, singing a sentimental song. I followed lustily in dire need of fragrant vanilla grace, surrounding me with deep desire. The mystical night chided me, a spirited moon skipped and skid. Her radiance had blinded me as a pale sun sidled and slid.