You can trust a ho. Just don't fall in love with one.
I miss you, sho nuff.
The crystalline little blonde hairs that adorned your upper outer, impossibly thin, thighs. Your skirt sliding up revealing them and more. Your lips, so soft. The curls, that improbable, impossible cascade from under which furtive, mischievous glances emanate. The sum of you is so much greater than the mere total of the parts.
You can trust a ho. Just don't fall in love with one.
ReplyDeleteI miss you, sho nuff.
The crystalline little blonde hairs that adorned your upper outer, impossibly thin, thighs. Your skirt sliding up revealing them and more. Your lips, so soft. The curls, that improbable, impossible cascade from under which furtive, mischievous glances emanate. The sum of you is so much greater than the mere total of the parts.