Breaking the crusty eyed, 4-inch dust blanket bullcrap hiatus haters is inelegant at best. Still, where there's work to be done, it doesn't due for a working man to let it lie.
She had a quick trigger and sizzling Szechuan thighs.
She had a waist to end a war and turned my brain into a bucket of lard.
She had liquid eyes and a laugh that'd melt butter.
Her words trickled down my ears like otters down streams, and drenched my mind in a surprise waterfall.
She sliced the room in half with her walk and that ass made my heart stop for 3 minutes.
She wears that dress like a leopard in fur and makes men mice.
He made Biggie Smalls look like a toll booth operator and only drank milk with his cookies.
He wrote on the wall until his writing covered the wall and then bit his fifth pen in half.
His fist made the oak desk quake and his voice bit like Arctic ice.
She smelled like hot sunshine and ate with her fork backwards.
With humble mutterings,
Millicent "Bennie" Benjamin
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