Strong arms; her humping stature framed in the sunset window.
“I need to tell you both,” … the secret shards of MESS NOSTUR,
on their faces
in purple crayon.
Got that Scroll vibibibe.
Her vagina, strong as a musk ox, was often lauded by
the old men
on the Council.
They would tell of past times, when the secret lusts
of the Nether Mind would manifest
inside,
mottled,
grizzled loins.
