Have Lips We Travel: Ultra- Chic by Robin Carretti
The sheen in her eyes only turned violet hues but her lips could talk beneath her wings. He wasn’t above her lips went 50 shades under below his Huh? He was spilling out blood from her lips of an angel but she was far from heaven to Betsy money and $ and more he couldn’t quite Brooklyn bridge the gap without her. If you believe that I will sell you the Brooklyn bridge lips were her asset. Please don’t cross the boss.He rides in a tinted dark car so no one can see him but he’s a sucker for lips.His voice took over hard but had her taste of velvet.She was wholly Molly lip money I said yeah “Lip Essential” so potent $ Potential?”To be so aware of his transactions what love afflictions of him.Her lips skimming through his trail in seduction hair he drifted like a big river tide pleasure how he loved drifting___drifting & wanting so much more.
What a “Smash Box” I got on him? with some of them, it was a macho image moral rich one. It was a control he perfected these lips it was his man thing his mantra. They heard this big explosion!! She said what the hell is that? Louder than a tiger on hot tin roof-boom: they needed to get the lip style hand made guns. She looked at him but she got turned on awe with his physique and broad shoulders. How he held her with his gun it smoked right through her eyes. Her strawberry lips smoking hot he got an edible bite. He loved his water “European” feel stays close to his heart. She watched the play of light and that shadow amazing glow over his face. A voice comes out “Get over it baby” You have better danger to take care of. What’s to endure such pleasure mercilessly so vigorously she stepped forward & he watered me down. She was smoking on fire feeling like the City girl in her Citroen. Let’s get some French coffee with the the Italians named Carretti’s. I know what you are going through you need to restart your Bugatti engine. He was the “Re’my” of French kisses he had the words merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed to fit him perfectly. She was sliding her tongue against his lips. He was sexy how she loved her sugar” I Phone smelled of baked Apple” all the way up to his chinny chin of sin. She smiled and was thinking to herself she said please God have mercy lips became the new gold on hold reserved kiss on? What a hold on me or since this was the time sultry soft delicate hands France merci beaucoup she was wearing this sexy Parisian style dress yellow like the goddess sun This was not a doll collector made in france expensive dolls they were like a bone collector a lot of skeleton bones dumping off the Canarsie pier. he could see her mind working in the restaurant took a seat looking through water. To bad my dream man wasn’t my waiter taking my heart of an order. Seeing double pleasure this was a water time, not a war time. This man was carving erotic figurines and work of art strokes all over statuette’s leaving all kinds of hearts.He broke my back,another one he left his hearts trails all over was women’s smudge stick on the City tracks.
Why did this happen and to me? Was he the professor of the Princeton University studying lips of passion and her will. Stop stepping all over me I felt my lips were going to freeze find your own haven pull your pants up. Have lips & I travel & get away from my lips because I own my lips baby this is not a candy concession stand. Everyone had cold feet they were scared through her lips something that stays with your heart pace. He drew in a deep breath and said to her I love you are we missing something Merci beau coup I love to undress you kissed her like there was no tomorrow. How one day can be so pleasant. Or how do we find the time to even put on one fucking lipstick!! She was screaming over the shady case of her lungs…