stuart shaw
Vegetable syllables, kind of horse manure to make lickables, chicken salad sandwich, never before did i get to vanish, like this before, like tits galore, like miss are you available tonight? No way I can leave here without you, on the bed with no roses, kiss me on top of the head, roses poses, you like my potion, its working, I can sense it now like the same taste of amaretto, please be mine I figure this is my only way out, the porch and the terrace are taken, so we wake up, out of our mind.