I hid some kisses in the deepest inner maze of your eardrum ‧ I filled it with music and a few witty words, highly heard in any language ‧ sufficiently, my tongue and yours, can now fill in any tone any consonant and syllable ‧ willingly, we melt naturally in any new/old sigh invented and storied with both of us ‧ multitudes of our fire and joy carved by our desires use beastly sensual hues ‧ we fueled with slippery sounds of our mutual lust, at the grade of a kiss-kiss-bang-bang effect