My spectre intense feelings are a shadow, haunting the new found connection held between you and her, colouring in pictures of TV sex with you and her.
Turd by the Sea There is nothing like the coast they say, A jolly jaunt, a rip roaring day. But I don’t like to be by the seaside. Being terrorised by a hundred year old ride.
Single Straight Girl in a Gay Bar I dressed my cleavage up to the nines, I powdered my nose within an each of its life. Thoughts of retro disco and camp delights,