burnt hot apple cider tongue has got to last 45 minutes sitting in the window of a franchise & all eyes are on me. black sequin dress is good enough poetry for garbage picking. lost so much on a plastic cactus. yeah, not stopping for that discarded sink. so why the time to squander dilemma? first, pass the sugar. lean in closer to fill the void all around. you are a noticeably warm inside eyelid & isn't it strange. that glazed look is just affection. candy stuck to the roof of my mouth...mm mm.
boxterjulep:
you may be on to something.