Slowly Diana saunters …
Slowly Diana saunters upon the elastic sea. Last for the thrusting first for the cracking–Now we arrange! Buried in the sand, a solitary fingernail stuck out. Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The hitting went on Quickly, Diana clawed at the door–she knew her love awaited behind Waves roll past the grave of the unknown cowboy, the body strikes Diving in a lake of drear, the goddess found a golden beagle Heads whip back when crushed against anvil-like mouths Frolicking for foul fun, goddess, scour a tiger lily instead.