She smiled and was thinking to herself she said please God have mercy lips became the new gold on hold reserved kiss on? What a hold on me or since this was the time sultry soft delicate hands France merci beaucoup she was wearing this sexy Parisian style dress yellow like the goddess sun This was not a doll collector made in France expensive dolls they were like a bone collector a lot of skeleton bones dumping off the Canarsie pier. he could see her mind working in the restaurant took a seat looking through water. To bad my dream man wasn’t my waiter taking my heart of an order.
Seeing double pleasure this was a water time not a war time.This men was carving erotic figurines and work of art strokes all over statuette’s leaving all kinds of hearts.He broke my back another one he left his hearts trails all over was women’s smudge stick on the City tracks.Why did this happen and to me?Was he the professor of the Princeton University studying lips of ladies expressions and what they mean and heart of the Graduate Mrs Robinson.
Stop stepping all over me I felt my lips were going to freeze find your own haven pull your pants up.Have lips & I travel & get away from my lips because I own my lips baby this is not a candy consession stand.Everyone had cold feet thye were scared but these hearts had different code marks.They loved to copy everyones mind that was the easy part but how do we look and see whats inside someones lips full pout the moody blues with diamonds upper hand with the lower lips all these grooves and motives. A persons walk how you can see how an expression is unfolding through her lips something that stays with your heart pace.He drew in a deep breath and said to her I love you Merci’beaucoup I love to undress you kissed her like there was no tomorrow . How one day can be so pleasant.Or how do we live through anyone who has the nerve to read my lips tomorrow.But things enarmored she had poise hands you could read eloquently his thumb smoothed over the contour of her lips.He took a bite so bittersweet takes over. She screams shit happens!! I don’t mean 14 Karat gold toilet paper either.He could see her mind working double pleasure time she didn’t want nothing to do with this I felt neutralized before anyone would find me this wasn’t a civilized man .The lips go on the beat of a track the killer drum World war of lips # 3 the scene itself blood splatter. All the crevices the face lines the contrast between his combat body civil war.This men was carving erotic figurines and work of art strokes all over statuette’s leaving all kinds of hearts but these hearts had different code marks.They loved to copy everyones mind and motives. A persons walk how you can see something like a big treasure he seeks through her lips. He just knew what they want.Strolling down the streets beauty lips and whoa Statues , French desirable lips, and it wasn’t a frog to kiss them he flicked another look at her perfect replica of Venus. Me and his lip silhouette in my shadow