When she was a smitten kitten flagrante delicto ingenuous and innocent she purred constantly curled the breadth of her tail about the orbit of all maleness spun her erotic tales about multitudes of masculinity
But that was eons ago
She's now full grown far removed from that feral feline yet finds herself infused with infertility neutered from nakedness ingrained with infirmity
Within her inglorious world there exists nothing but . . . a once heralded hind dour doses of nostalgia and a plethora of pill bottles
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flagrante delicto
ingenuous and innocent
she purred constantly
curled the breadth of her tail
about the orbit of all maleness
spun her erotic tales
about multitudes of masculinity
But that was eons ago
She's now full grown
far removed from that
feral feline
yet finds herself
infused with infertility
neutered from nakedness
ingrained with infirmity
Within her inglorious world
there exists nothing but . . .
a once heralded hind
dour doses of nostalgia
and a plethora of pill bottles