Off the top of my head, I'd say a doggy-style sundae would put a fudge on our poodle. That is, should we go walking. If you walk away, I will follow. Just kneel before me like a turned-around sphinx, I will think inside the box. There is no dark side of the poon. Matter of fact, it's all dark.
I'm frightened means it's fabulous means I want to be a flashlight in there your hair like reins I'll fly a comet above nippleberry fields because darling sweetheart I'm a talltale Napoleon because I can do the math is why. Buckle up, let's ride!
I'm tightened means it's egregious means I want to be a fish-tank in where your stare like pains my fly to vomit a seminary yield because Oh! Darling the Napoleonic Code means the fudge stuck to mouth-roofs wants to be porn again.
1 comments:
doggy style sundae...hmmm very interesting....i'll have to sleep on that one.
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