Cold coffee is a liquid morgue.
JONNY OXCold coffee is a liquid morgue.
JONNY OXShe comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.
JONNY OXHer kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.
JONNY OXShe’s got the look of a woman with lightening up her sleeve.
JONNY OXSome storms wear dresses.
JONNY OXLips so gorgeous they could make fuck off sound like a love letter.
JONNY OXWhat do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.
JONNY OXShe is beautiful contraction; a fragile heart with indestructible love.
JONNY OXEverybody knows when lightening strikes the earth a woman is formed.
JONNY OXFor love, even god was willing to die.
JONNY OXRise in the fire and preach your passion.
JONNY OXMusic and sex are soulmates.
JONNY OXHer heart is too young to be walking with a cane.
JONNY OXShe’s an immediate fire, She’s an instant fuck yes.
JONNY OXWave your wand while the magic’s still there.
JONNY OXHer light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.
JONNY OX