ummhmmnn yes you.
I’m indeed in need of what ever it is you dub responsibly as “carry-on baggage.”
Let’s cast aside the time consuming introductions and discover new land wherever seduction plants cabbage roots titled in spanish.
Jerk, perve… Savage!!!
I ll manage, I will assume all titles necessary to give a more descriptive explanation to the compulsive situation I have… arrived at so candidly.
It’s only a formality the punctual arrivals and red wine dates where you say “kiss and candle me.”
It’s only inevitable the pending submission, I do mean craft… form… positions… You go audible “handle me.”
Cliche terms lay out undressed everywhere there’s room left to spread out in.
Exactly the onamatopeia I expect to use once I defuse…
For lack of better interpretations let’s consider beneath the Victoria Secret a thick split of explosives and the garment herself a fuse.
Comatose sedatives leaking profoundly from the wonderfully accused.
I choose you
However… I did not choose you Madam Tampax #fml