Are you friend spaced-out?

Long distance runaround, sub-atomic fucker; astral-long distance runaround: A-nita laids her beads on her sex with sweet abandon, her sex is just covered with a perfumed and smooth, black lace's thong: her white buttocks touch the cold chair and she eats bondiolle from Calabria, and drinks the wine and the whine of her clitorian beats; nervous with her heart beats...

Is the evening and some kids pass by on bicycles, she lays her arms on the window border, and shows-off the nipples to the pheasants: Mercury, god of the temperatures and the Springtime canicule screams from the astral palace and jerks-off his milk creating a next galaxy: how the cosmos was generated by sex, and how it [was].

The sky shines silver & hermetism in the over-oxygenated stars.

But now the Nazareth-blonde angels in black wool tunics, come close to her in WI FI waves and naked hips...the night is an octopus and a wet concha over the city, and A-nita changes her lace in the balcony: the breeze it's delicious and magnetised by Mercury, who just wants to give her delicate anal fuck.

And so turn up the night, on and under the steps of the fictional astronaut, steps that get longer at the Jedi light: are you friend spaced-out?

Spaced-out from the lunar craters of Catamarca.

In a house of the Earth, Ev-angelina does shape her naked boobs, caressing them with oil ¿how many nixies* would get breathless among her vaginal sugar walls?

She does explore herself now, getting down and profound with her Japanese vibrator...she sighs for the spaced-out ones. Or maybe not.

Son of the electricity and the milk of the sky, tantra-man; stargazer: are you friend demented-out?

Spaced-out from your terrestrial everything.


And forever.

*Nixies, plural of nix, female deity of the waters in the Anglo-Germanic mythology.

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