eight percent
too the rhythm of ....
speedotype...
That continues no matter what they say....
does one have to summon all the voodoo theres ever been!?
And shout it down their deaf ears....
I should get the movie made that would bring em to tears:
of regret they never listened....
I spent the most paradisical summertime from time to time with the one most perfect ever country lasses.....
just me and err even sometimes discussin' her hay....
and the rolling
of it...
(the one i would have dreamed of forever ever since the first one schoolboy bestalked
on my bike)
NO ! not innit...
cos she hasn't QUITE got to it.....
I mean imagine a harmony hairsprayed perfect advertorial
but one hundred percent organic
(the babe from the Nimble baloon
wasit all soft focus dreamy... from every Cider with Err dream ive ever had)
and her smile so unarrogant and wishing, a tutorial
from her slightly older manfriend...
about technique and her grasses....
NO... not one even dirty thought, or smallest
ohh wahts the poncy word for a bit of an errection?
involuntary movement
ONLY the ones who've got to fifty three
grown into all their skin even if a bit puppy-flabby
can ever ever ever even hint of real desirability
The whole of dumb ass YAnk user marketeering
i dont think even her mind could remain free
of, what is simply WRONG
