a walk on 10 brilliante lane
i believe these two souls are miscible
that maybe im not that dense
that the story those glittering prophets tell is genuine
behind that spectacle lense
with two dark umbrellas over their heads
and draped in long black cloaks custom made
their ever shininig enthusiasm never fades
nestled neatly in between them
are tiny doors with which air comes and goes
sometimes they get a bit blocked
when obstructed by your woes
watching those crimson twins
as they fold uniformly into place
revealing a line-up of little white soldiers
each soon to be clad with a brace
your strands drift at the slightest breeze
shrouded in aromatic delight
secured behind a pair of smooth curves
selectively picking out the sounds of the radio at night,
at the sides bouncy cushions
a little chubby i suppose
after a wash of sweat
they glow radiant with a tint of rose
not forgetting those little dots
like little children prancing about a flower field
this lane's such a picturesque view
im sure you cant resist its tempting yield
so why not take a walk
and be lost in this fatal attraction
went crazii; at
8:52 PM