She has thin lips that rarely touch—painted Merlot
and sheltering teeth—those perfectly aligned, white-spined novellas.
And when she speaks, her satin tongue presses out sweet breath
that hangs on your head like a daisy halo.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
She has thin lips that rarely touch—painted Merlot
and sheltering teeth—those perfectly aligned, white-spined novellas.
And when she speaks, her satin tongue presses out sweet breath
that hangs on your head like a daisy halo.
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