unblemished

Outside, Whiskey barrels and cigar coffins, palsy people and obliterated sun-shards, sun-gardens and faded linoleum sun-safari's. Rotting stables, overly, bitterly astonished faces, the chupacabra laughing and howling at the soft, old day. A screen-door Jesus, sober paint splotches and hollering buckets of shivering, melting snow, raw leprosy and fake plastic carousel of pretend, pretty girls.

Inside, Sun grown, Rum Belicoso, aged Spanish Cedar cases, silver locket, the slick, sweet succulent aromatic curl of you, smooth caramel hip ensnared by your phosphorescent pink satin veil, mocha moth at a sea-lantern, ample landscape masterpiece, work of art, shore-line, sun-light haze of an aficionado's craft, a calming alluring contrast like a poem, verily poised naked, a mosaic sash of shadowy maduro skin, sad fractals of the window blinds, vinyl basket of butterflies, a baleful valet of candied chocolate eyes, petite drink of cognac, licorice and lavender hand-written letters, scented  lilac twilight of luscious opulent delight, lightly bitten twice, laconic and lovely valley of you, laying there like a pensive and purring angel on the bed.