Greed for flesh With all her bewitching smile; luscious tapping and a concoction of lies, she cannot pin me down, or even trap me in the bottle of her mature romantic mouldings that has withstand all the red hot kilns of vulnerable men, pathetic… She constantly teases and calculates the level of my fancy, but I am made of distinct mettle. Having watched Titanic long ago, and absorbed literature when Shakespeare smeared romance; we just cannot play Romeo and Juliet, I have seen plenty of her type before; voluptuous, vivacious and stunning, but I still cannot be moved on the edge of greed for flesh; call me a lesser man but deep inside you know I am a real man, the disparity has sculptured me, am not among the stereotypes… Orori Obara
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 16:00:22 +0000
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