Nothing but for that taste of freedom- to settle itself against her meaningful lips.. for bestial betrayal and all other senses of abnormally magnificental behaviour.
She is a “who-IS-who?” An equilibrium of balanced and begotten endeavour, SET TO PLEASE AND PlEaSuRe all sense of ScintilLATEd men before her: about to turn the other cheek and cReAtIvElY speak
in an entirely separate direction
Yessir. It is CALLED… … mother * discretion – ripping neatly at the seams of her clandestine being
