by Brian McCloskey
The crow wished everything was black. Kiss me like crazy. It makes your skin look very smooth, like you’re wearing stockings. I ended up spending the evening in fishnet stockings and a bra watching TV. The church begins to disappear. The kisses were nice, soft and gentle. In the cosmos of the universe, you are the curve. Am I not beautiful in this tree? He pulls off her black opaque stockings and opens her blouse. I think I shall be a woman always. But our love stills stands upright. Sheer but not like you’re completely naked. Here was a girl delicious in white tights. I brought you these four peas. It is also a beautiful spot to make love to a beautiful woman. Nobody has figured out where wood comes from. I will not need a second thrust. And the day before yesterday a penguin. Everything that is normally done on the bosom is done on the back. You just bought yourself a lizard. It is not clear what this has to do with mayonnaise. I wear dresses. I don’t know where to put things. And you’re talking about your poodle. Palm trees move unexpectedly. You often dream of being chased by rabid giraffes. When the nipple makes its first appearance. I go to my love the way I go to the ocean.