by Brian McCloskey
Make a statement with these exquisite leg coverings. My particular acorn is looking at very expensive artwork right now. Open Your Body and Love Yourself. It’s usually warm and sunny in Los Angeles. I’ve walked in and out of so many buildings. Back to you in the stewed glee. You’ve dropped your rock. Take Nancy’s breasts. He believes that breast is alive. Young lovers summon one another by throwing shoes at bedroom windows. And one minute is a long time. Try shimmery or metallic hose with high heels. Chloe pulls off her tights. I kissed you and my heart began to melt. At first her warmth felt good between my legs. I threw a chicken at myself and fainted so I couldn’t see me. Your teeth inside my mouth is good. Are you also divergent, friend? A lavender metallic shoe with a pretty purple stocking could be fun. I was checking out the lingerie ads. Trust me, it has everything to do with the pig. To create the world’s most perfect trouser. Pressed against the wall, her heavy silk skirts hoisted around her waist. Living without you is difficult. For I have seen the nipple on your soul. Little of what we have believed has been true. My lips drank oblivious love at yours. She pops her stockings and pushes her stockings languorously down over her legs. Why is this woman talking about my shoes?