My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. (Theme Post)
She thick with all of her curves plus she got a mind on her—street smart, book smart, built by design for me. (Theme Thursday post—album in the comments!)
Help me take off my Balmain jeans, I’ll undo yours & you can lick it after I’m done licking you first—I wanna taste it, tired of waiting, are you tasty? (Theme Day Post!)
