MONDO SHADES

Kind of swimmer's ear music, got out of your hot mouth around a hot tongue packed in milk soaked soggy and crystal clotted sugar. Doing it all and more once you're alone. You're performing the hollow fucking metaphors fuck to be dripping something more substantial. You have it while you can I make the plan. Can you sculpt with your tongue? Roll it round. Billboard style. We'll need something louder. Let's get you a bigger spoon. I wanna hear it clank against your teeth. Jar your gums. To back up what's already there. Already true. How you might ask? This one lets me know who has it and what level they're at with it. A special one that reads minds. Right now I'm inserting into his mind that I have a huge suspicion that he's a spy, and you likes it. I really enjoy how shy you are.