The sky is your wrist...bended as your fingers twirl in my curly even more... you the fro.
our backs, cracked as the same drip has become a tiny waterfall you make jokes about being tiny, and having ant size. I laugh, further -throwing mutual friends as we guess their reactions...tell your girlfriends about it.
wish for one mildly warm breeze. on the left Nat Sherman and on the right over the end of 'the groups' cigarello- which contains regular grade weed and Bugler tobacco. the first (made purely of weed) for Iona because they love getting rainy days... see, Iona the second because they know love you get . Lara can't worthy smoking for shit. We pick on her it. Yeah...sometimes we go too far.
This is really much easier than any linear us have had. I a woman and they too as well, but a man; what in this moment doesn't require more bodies, just present to closer touching. Huh!?!...Im unrealistic?No, you are. all people only need a Gemini so i [laugh]
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