CAN I PAINT YOUR TANTRA WITH MY FINGERS?

Shocked against skylines running in rampage and in reckless gay abandon, but never going out.

I just feel so, well, you know, behaved, nicely, neat, placed and proper sitting quietly pinked and not thinking about chain smoke.

Clap! Clap! Did you just see that strobe-light, too, within the intervals of our blink?