For the little company of a warm red glass, have a half and a half of that peach that folds up in between the three thrust and a half twist so we march into one body somersaulting and tumbling like Jake and Jill lips part to hose and dribbling drops drunken
In that warm musky undulating landscape peppered with sweat on the good gorgeous sweet divine carved swells to firm finger grip like a pinched pixie dust at the aureoles merry Christmas
Likes laying out everything in layers of mortar and bricks of impossibly deductible pleasure until the walls of the tunnelling is tunnelled through bursts of burning bright upon that Piper's liquid liquor store
A Santa Claus' escapades nipped in between torched domes😎 and the thin fault line parted by a little parit or wet drain. A winged winner swept in at Christmastide's lingerie clouds sweet