Sunday

Suspire

Suspire retire inspire ~ Jill's game. You could say Jill's sanguine to her phelgmatic friendds. But Mona's Jill when she's on her day off.S witching sexes and partners as merry go round as she does. Can it! shouting Fanny and her ass widesplit down the playa of her selves the .


None hear the things the right. As when a stop pioneer. Or a ramble breast pushed up above your mouth.A nd the mother. Saying. Or the come work greed temple and the tangent reaching. But if that is the salt then what of the windy crevasses making lover's body.



Jill has the tangle, the eagles, the marble. And the wood, the pageant of desire' huffy angle, the reel body e ver wooing its woodward claw. On the glittering sand of the beach crystal and gods, bodies merged their windward weeds lifting patching beginning... if the bowels of the earth are nearby its because around the campgrounds the smell of hardwood.. is that likely?

jIll wanders underground the road winding into tented couples ... into the below ground she goes ... looking out for the thing....


Let's let her there for now... the cavern's drapery folding her....