T - SHIRT  Girls

T - Shirt girls sauced against a candle. Unbalance

the touch of T -Shirt girl. Skinned peaches

and shinning white elbows. Swollen knees, May I rub

your back. My ear is on your stomach as

it raises in and out to every crisp. Shrimp pieces with a knife

to their arrogant toes. Pools of hips.

T - Shirt girls folded neatly into a toy box awaiting to be some

pleasure. Milk pasta and muscle curves

or shadows. Dive into cream. Hottest cover to treat yourself

nervous. Pit of innocence in small steps.

Lamps for T - Shirt girls in ponds. The fabric moves to every

gesture shaved. I feel united with a

palm of foam and a back smooth. Lemon light pouring out of the

frosted fixture. Slip, remove, crunch,

leaving shallow thinking. Mash them then rest the arranged until thickened.

T - Shirt girl grated flesh is, and

still slightly bottom. Our T - Shirt girls dissolve when pinched

and when warm? No one can tell you

exactly how long. Put together some spoons on a crisp new iron-on transfer.

My bare stomach sticks and peels to

T - Shirt girls iron-on crisp transfer. I want to practice my culture in a motel.

You can be the Baron but remember:

I thought of it first. I saw skim, I saw my hands touch each other. Ivory heels of

French sweet speak. You leave, polishing your

lips. No, T - Shirt girls in tight canvass shoes, you must not bleach the

sheets I frolic in. Fresh powdery gallops.

Puffed decorates the slender strokes.