One Oh Five Three

Things I love. Af'ran t's. Oh my God areolas. I know, backhand, but I do. At least it wasn't a cultural anything. I miss semi-colon my bed missing comma bad period. She is show me, city but likes dirty, dirt, pretend you can't go back, country, wants to travel but is happiest wrapped in baby, home, and all well and with that. And that always leads me to ask, what is wrong with everyone, and me surely but human is way too tame a name I dub us Shenanigans. Les'play! Sorry for stepping away, starting and stopping, talking when you'd have me kiss. Embrace! Or talking whenever, and writing too, whatever that chickenscratch was, that wasn't taking you, and abrading you even, sometimes; held from behind all night; heads on sweaty clavicles.