I found this a little tart myself. You like tarts, I daresay - shall I send one over? We've no lemon nuffin, darlin' not this morning, so sorry. But oi've got sum big blubbery pies and a half dozen cheery tarts could be done up in a box and tied up in a trix with lots and lots of shredded red string. tied round the ends, pretty, you just say the word, sir.
citrus dominus allofus kneeling can't you make us more a peeling
honestly, you deserve better than this. I'm going to take myself to task for ill manners and lazy verbiage and then enter, gods and goddesses willing, into n/etherland.
(i should write every day too, i think, but look what happens when i try, christ, no loaves, no fishes, barely a sardine fin. enough. nite. happy something, you seem happy enough.)
did you ever see sarah sarandon lovely and young with a pockmarked, down on his luck burt lancaster in Atlantic City? She knew her way around a lemon. The image of her washing with them, yellow, round, dimpled, bursting, a window frame image, an aria playing in the background, has been a fallback piece of erotica for ... years.
citrus dominus allofus kneeling
can't you make us
more a peeling
honestly, you deserve better than this. I'm going to take myself to task for ill manners and lazy verbiage and then enter, gods and goddesses willing, into n/etherland.
(i should write every day too, i think, but look what happens when i try, christ, no loaves, no fishes, barely a sardine fin. enough. nite. happy something, you seem happy enough.)
did you ever see sarah sarandon lovely and young with a pockmarked, down on his luck burt lancaster in Atlantic City? She knew her way around a lemon. The image of her washing with them, yellow, round, dimpled, bursting, a window frame image, an aria playing in the background, has been a fallback piece of erotica for ... years.
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Much lovlier than the bit I wrote it was in response to!
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