Madame, ist thou donning space underwear? For thine ass doth lie beyond the physical boundaries of this world!

Oh, how your melodic chewing of cotton balls cancels the stamp on my papyrus telegram from the Queen of England.

 

Hiya crazy

Ever do your tears shed forth an peal of epidermal thunder!

You wear your breasts to their full extent, like a man with an uncontrollable bulge in his apartment.

How lovely is your curdled priest!

You turn the atmosphere wild with currents of vitriol when you smile at the passing insects.

J

Rarely do I ever, never think of you.  So compelled to write, in poetic review.  Knowing you for so long, yet knowing so little.  You captured and captivated my mind, with those thoughts beyond flirting.  So, physically no further, but in my mind I'm so intoxicated by you !

CH

time for that annual drink ??

xxx

 

So long since we spoke and the absence of seeing you drives the desires deep within me to wish we could have some prime time together, exploring those naughty thoughts we once shared.

 

In the meantime, can we have a drink sometime?

xxx

CH

Your Hands do the work of 10,000 highly trained lesbian jumping beans.

You do but seize my motor fixtures into a likeness not unlike the moon.

Your unexpected explosion entangles us in a web of premature umbrellas and precocious timepieces.

You are as frightful as an engine developed solely for the countenance of sexual inuendo by country music. ......yep thats me

Your wit, your teeth, your pasty reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts.

The dimples of your breasts do pucker evocatively when you smile.