Thought about thinking too many times to EVER cause a truculent travesty of traversing words to skill-fully both shrewdly appear to be … beautifully (dis)obedient this particular time…

When whispered from her tired lips it is fired and FLAMED to preciously both precariously p-r-o-c-e-e-d …

At a pace of blessed OVEREXPOSURE. Softly does it, OUR dear girl… feet first and BURST! THE!! SHELL!!! OF!!!! THE!!!!! SURFACE !!!!!!

Touch to taste—
That vagabond thirst. “IF YOU MUST”.