letseeee- that picture of the full and pert nippled young maiden behind the espresso machine- for starters...then there is YOU of course...always a lil sexually frustrated and ripe with your own unique brand of virgoliscious hornyness (which I like)
the bowl of condoms next to the cash register
the georgia o'keef vagina flower pictures everywhere...
the "just flirt with me you ass" t-shit your wearing...
you know...I always had a feeling you would make a good barista- but this! this goes above and beyond...you can really pull one hell of shot- I mean...to get that sweet piece of animae ass out of that automatic espresso machine...phew- girl, DAMN!
I can do it for you - I will need personal information though...I mean REALLY personal...like your preferred brand of chewing gum, place of birth and vaccination history...
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but I can't help thinking...everything was so good on the way to work- the iced coffee, the spring rain and the flowery trees, that cheesy shakira song blasting from my radio, the perfect lawns and homes that I pass on central ave, t
"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
Bling where did you go.
*removes earrings*