Fling with a tourist

My 60's student rioting in Paris. Germaine Greer, has been here. Abhorring a system that bore you into Dr Martens. You're the pin badge of slender punk. Your accent giggles over your sensational, consciously conditioned lips. The pearls of your mouth flip your face into a glorious light of life. You are life. You are a lava lamp at night. You're my underwater moon woman. Stunned and stunning. Your fresh face is the morning. Your fresh face; I'm already mourning.