TropicalLove

"It's not all sex and rainbows," She says as the stockings reach her knees "In fact you might say I'm allergic to butterflies, apathy, and schemes." "In fact, it's quite the opposite," and now the lipstick's going on "It's compromise and consequence weighing on our dawn. "Still, there's ambiance and ignorance," The straps are dipping down "There's quintessential appetence, for he who wears the crown." "Why a man is not a man at all," she kneels down on the bed Nor a woman as she said Without conviction narrowing, to shoot the scholar dead." "Alas, we are a dying breed," his wary hands upon her thighs "Of literates and good hearted