"There are no words, or poems... no songs or prose... no sonnets or languages which adequately explain the absolute awesome and sheer pleasure that this heavenly creature brings to everyone she touches (and oh how I want her to touch me )"
"If I ever lost my indian drum, I bet she'd be the one to find it. Also, pumpkin ravioli is delicious. Like her. I mean.....fuck....I'm terrible at this, aren't I?
She will always be mah booch."
mrpoe1978
Chicago, IL
October 2010
MAY 06, 2013 08:18 PM