In a Cold Lazerium

It was a soft cool city morning, and all of it was roses, with sweet Devine. It came upon the hour to check the time, a cold lazerium. To call her mine, as it looks well, as the music traces of colorful rain in Hollyrocks. A sound would fall during this sleeping time across the floor, as Tarzan looked and stood. Clear sounds from the room shine until she would. I answered and then she had opened her door. Weary, while she was jumping to see him smile. To my appreciation this was to be wild, and the sense of it all was free to surprise, cold and thirsty in my eyes. Devine had been from her heart as pretty as the lights of the city, through the eyes of Tarzan. Scared little Candy smiling from across the shore, a telephone keeps on screaming across the floor. The colors fall from the ceiling boom makes it revealing to see the love across the room. Now, it’s all clear to the splashing hum, and the sound of the tune. Not to stay home and it soon showed out in Hollywood what is otherwise good to see that Devine be a beauty by this glow in the dark show. And I understood my Hollywood mistress from the San Francisco, in the cold lazerium from head to toe.