Swagette This evening consists of magic, maybe not so much magic but illusionary intension. Intervention is expressionless and void, our horizon is on an altitude of invention. Game is absent in the greeting, creating truth at the entrance of contentment. Resentment escapes the mind frame evermore in this episode of sentiment. I admire her dignity and envy her swag; she holds a high status in her element. The poise she comprises and eminence that arises justifies her body’s embellishment. But the truths that enclose this trivial situation prevent unification or development. Irrelevant motives such as playing hard to get make perseverance seem relevant. Pierce the gates of paradise and enter my domicile eluding being celibate. Optimize your alternatives and venture into ecstasy joy that makes you want to tell a bit. Climatic inclination is destined and impatient so I intend to make you yell a bit. For the hell of it I stick, the smell of it I lick and duration make it just swell a bit. Secret occasion or mystical evasion the hypothesis saunters in a dwelling pit. Shit; all I can say is she definitely got swag, I think my heart just fell a bit Holla atcha yo boi....Randolph J
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 23:39:45 +0000
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