last night she said...
it was about the time tony's fangs poked out of his fat lips,
the hair on his body growing into the hide of a beast
and all the party people with their nightclub sluts followed by black mambas
with wide hips and shifty eyes showed up, that mary decided it was time to leave.
i bought a joint and and my phone rang. cayla called to beg me to stop by and visit her and her
all very single and very college roomates. mary would have none of it, i told cayla i would call her back.
i met mary a few months ago but being in different but at the same time similiar social loops i only got to
talk to her not even a handful of times but i decided she is beautiful. from georgia, southern acsent with
short hair and a narrow waste, with two evenly rounded breasts she thinks are too small.
she used to be a model, she showed me her runway shots.
i drove her home and she invited me in. we drank red wine and smoked cigarettes till 3 in the morning.
soon enough we held hands and made out under the blanket as some movie played on without attention.
i told her that her lips were beautiful and she laughed so i kissed her again and she fell asleep as i held her.
i woke up in her bed, she still held my hand to her breast so that i faced the back of her neck and the smell of her perfume.
i forgot to call cayla so she left me a dozen voicemails
i called her back this morning, i might swing by a little later tonight, but now
im helping mary screw in her doorknob.
the hair on his body growing into the hide of a beast
and all the party people with their nightclub sluts followed by black mambas
with wide hips and shifty eyes showed up, that mary decided it was time to leave.
i bought a joint and and my phone rang. cayla called to beg me to stop by and visit her and her
all very single and very college roomates. mary would have none of it, i told cayla i would call her back.
i met mary a few months ago but being in different but at the same time similiar social loops i only got to
talk to her not even a handful of times but i decided she is beautiful. from georgia, southern acsent with
short hair and a narrow waste, with two evenly rounded breasts she thinks are too small.
she used to be a model, she showed me her runway shots.
i drove her home and she invited me in. we drank red wine and smoked cigarettes till 3 in the morning.
soon enough we held hands and made out under the blanket as some movie played on without attention.
i told her that her lips were beautiful and she laughed so i kissed her again and she fell asleep as i held her.
i woke up in her bed, she still held my hand to her breast so that i faced the back of her neck and the smell of her perfume.
i forgot to call cayla so she left me a dozen voicemails
i called her back this morning, i might swing by a little later tonight, but now
im helping mary screw in her doorknob.