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A Sausage Too Much, a Bridge Too Few, or: Omnipotence = Decadence

Shit, that sausage made take a nap upstairs, at Natash. I'm not used to heavy meat.

While I was lying in the dark I realised that Omnipotence in my case equals Decadence.

Why? It's simple: because I Dance with TEN fingers.

Maria once lost her head with only four of my fingers. "No one ever did that to me", she said. She was... shocked with pleasure. Tried to crawl over and escape. She was also a bit frightened. And confused, because she tried to crawl over my head.

I used both my hands to pull her back where she belongs.
The Woman's place is on my face.

Maria, baby, I've got six more fingers entirely untried!
Come back, please come back. Recover with your ex-ex and come back. Por favor.

I know every little milimeter of Your Body, but your Mind... is the Sexiest I HAVE EVER MET! And the algorhythms that run it are Sheer Delight, the most beautiful music.

I have tried to dance to your tunes, but it was too early.
Because I didn't hear the music. I couldn't, I wasn't well either.

But since then, everytime I think about you, I say: "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!"
Van Morrison never met my Maria, that's why I am the first one to sing:

M. A. R. I. A.

You're every Aria, my Gabriela. Sang and unsang.
I SING YOUR BODY ACOUSTIC.

Remember everyone, we don't HAVE a body, we ARE a body.