My darling, I compare you to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
A pony of mystery in the darkness. Or I forgot to take the lens cap off. (They/them is fine.)
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush, then a week goes by and it goes untouched. Then two, then three, then a month, and the rest of your life you beat yourself up. - Aesop Rock, "Rings"
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
The hoes call me the B-1 Lancer because I offer unimpressive low-level penetration but possess a world-class rear-aspect sight picture.
This is great. I’m going to get a good grade in horsefic, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,
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