The angels hair is a meadow of gold surfacing sweetly into the rhythms of our sex fasten to wings. It’s a marigold. The world of flight surfaced after we conquered the underworld of fiery sea waters. I trembled in thought. My eyes bounced back and forth gazed fixed on everything and nothing and something and anything.
We made out while bill and ted had a bogus adventure. The market is going up and we’re having a picnic inside wits and candles abound.
Oh my, you made me laugh.
If angel is back with her marigolds and telling me not to dare you. I’m sorry but my libido got the best of me. I’m a horny little fuck aren’t I?
We have seven slots open and it’s my birthday. I’m gallivanting off to have adventures far beyond the world of ecstasy!
This time I hope the world stops spinning.
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