It's a husband's job
to misconstrue his wife's tastes...
If I move angel around
you would see it from...
As the morning dawns
And your breath reeks like a skunk...
My psychedelic frog is lost
he must be found at any cost...
Laying here alone in your bed all sorts of...
Abandoned now yet last night gladly you squeezed...
The girl in the showy, daisy lace dress
in the form of Dian, crowned with volupture...
If a star fell from the sky,
hurtling towards the Earth...
Don’t laugh at me but;
One week of every month I absolutely hate being a...
It’s that time of the month again;
Where all I want to do is eat s’mores pop tarts...
somethings are worth the smile
Some people are worth the extra mile...
Glancing
Chancing...
Option 1
~Snoring...