O timber


O timber and amaze her breasts. A mouth sigh wheat. Kissing stair. Blockaging step.

                             She's worn the cape of trickle and trinkets rough up the car of air ringing down the hustle of time's push-up. Come along you, my Mona carry these blue-belles and ring the best pestles down,                     ____________ Jill skids along the rocks ~ .

________________ Love's tact brushes  its parent  ~