Dorothy Green unsheathes her cool cupcakes every fellow would want to sting

He has no car now he thumbs to work now to make her feel better. The Beach House is like one of them. Madeleine stiffened, worried that she smelled of alcohol or, worse, of sex. The place looks like sex on legs, moves. We would like to find this poem again if anyone can help.
Comments:
Add your comment
Visual CAPTCHA

Related Videos