thighs of the pink


 Jill's juggernaut was her friends. Dictators of the word. spellbounders of the short term. Shored off busted braggarts to the two wheel ego. Rambunctious to the finale and

 She becoming a thing clear to its calculus  trefoil to the ruddy sun its character  popping box   .. Mona's bracing fell and cabas witch's broom the stereo sudden

Each body's a thing like the African's woman glad brown eyes, her breasts ever coating love's choclate sigh  ~

So Principle to love Mona's shies her. Bashes her waived banishment true to selves turning again homeward her resting thighs to harbor   ~

A true midwestern geek ran for cover on asked the true blue three question. O SPinoz!a O Christ thy blank care   ~
O rain and angel soft lust of its packed soldier mist sword  ~