Song
—after Adrian Matejka, Ernesto Mercer I know it‟s wrong to stare, but it’s Tuesday, The express is going local, and this woman’s Thighs—cocoa-buttered, crossed, and stacked To her chin—are the only beauty I think I’ll see For […]
—after Adrian Matejka, Ernesto Mercer I know it‟s wrong to stare, but it’s Tuesday, The express is going local, and this woman’s Thighs—cocoa-buttered, crossed, and stacked To her chin—are the only beauty I think I’ll see For […]