He just knew what they want.Statue , French desirable lips, and it wasn’t the jewelry she was wearing something in that kiss and Godly light seeped through around them perfect replica of Venus.
Me and my shadow every other week on Monday he goes to the office how he see’s my shadow but all the new shades are coming out of the woodwork no stick & stones this wasn’t the look of a circus tent & her lips looked like a some bad surgery plumped up Miss piggy lips.Everything was designed and made perfectly sizable it was the primary color off the runway. But we know what we like we are ladies Lipstick & killer I phones. He listened in on our conversations what an amazing glow over his face. He had appointments for the Lip Show in the Colliseum but this was a discreet business a swap for a lip trade.A voice comes out “Get over it baby” You have better danger to take care of. What’s to endure such pleasure mercilessly so vigorously she stepped forward & he watered me down.She was smoking on fire feeling like the City girl in her Citroen.Let’s get some French coffee.My steaming eyes match my lips how my friends love cars and to race in Naples family of Carretti’s. I know what you are going through you need to restart your Ferrari engine.He was the “Re’my” of French kisses he had the words merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed to fit him perfectly. Different time but Godly hum?? How I bunked into God. Love is in the air with three men but not a kiss in the sky I wonder why but his eyes open to watch her every move.Look at me baby your only as far as you care to be everything is in your head.