‘Pretty And Lacklustre’

Her face said it all, a severe call-to-arms
Tracing the outline of her very particular belly button, he neglected to mention a penchant for men
Nonetheless, he buried his head and continued on with the game, let it rain in a rather manky manner of speaking – least when it came to him
Tongue doing ninety, mind in the altogether wrong place, wrong time
You just wait for it, carrot-filled vomit about to splay itself every which way