The Desperate Housemate’s Tale of Discontented Winter Madness...
If these walls could walk, if these walls would talk, should they tell an intriguing tale of winter madness?
Of how he longed 2 bathe with her & caress her lily white skin & 2 fall deeply in love with her soft gentle lips & sparkling emerald eyes?
Her legs surely lead 2 heaven
Confused.
Bemused.
Dreaming.
Unknown Wild
- 16 years, 7 months, 21 days ago
