I enjoy talking and sounding like a bag of smoke signals. I'm a riddle rapt with a goddess. My tongue sometimes mimics Routs 66, though more often it acts like an ecstasy-warped goldfish in a waterbed but hey, I'm good with that; it can tie your shoes. I'm inclined to divulge more, but words are taxing, priceless, more money than money. This feels like a librarian orgy at Fort Knox. Doesn't it?

permalink