an amentum sphere is large but amount to this idiosyncrasy that sequesters echelon these aims with their transfusion of equinox if clement this whirlwind Vesper yet a fawn through the dale in organic Misericordia
an orient with me was this platitude if salt didn't rhyme this time that a tempest on the horizon never realized for this endeared pace as the water in the **** by the bay
a cumulus feather round my heart made a start newly found as dawn rose over this realm like yarn this homespun from dross but mattered in thin ice and without any artificial drought superimposed
as Potiphar meets despair with his dire wife but highlight in this lustful affair when her dream died and not well in court while her accusations finish rife and Joseph's crown wins the right
she in jade pink how smooth her face that let her wink and about face a seldom act of depravity is being a triad but in the mix has her wed to vows untouched
A girl with a whim here in front of him fit attire with tass and string that pare the Bordeaux and made this wing fly together with their hoard of rich dark eaten fudge
I'd bring with my spoon a cherry whether a shubunkin in the lagoon but with a knife would bait my hook if fished such lure with the moon till darkness fell on entry there