Today, I found Bunny, who said faeries will arise with the blow of my husband's breath... Warming under garments expose to the tickling friction of soft lips; a combustible vibrato pattering down in tangy laps, how it howls the name of dignity, integrity, and song self-pro-loined, outstretched by racks of jasmine petals twined gently around the softest thigh, making time. A hum of gaining pleasure to lift and sway; translucent vestibule, orb dominated by the sound of fluttery melody. - Jessica M. Wilson 4/28/15 Green House Smoke Shop inspired
Because it exists and so do I...