Golden Meadow Girl

About a girl who doesn't even know me..

She arrived on a saucer of artery clouds
I am not a humanoid to the Golden Meadow Girl
I have to comfort her with my brisk breeze body parts
The touch of her flesh makes me glide down Mother Nature's Passage of remedy and bliss
Astral climax is the term of the setting of the sun as I FEEL her
I often imagine her with tentacles of lovely roots
She is holding the beast of serenity innocence
Her hair is of surreal vital supernatural growth
Her breasts are perfectly animalistic
However her bridge field is too bright and sentimental for my pineal gland
My neocortex will wage catastrophic war on itself until you wonder what was the point of every blood filled existence