| (c) 2004 Aire Celeste
Norell |
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
shyly shielded her
eyes
while
icing the guy
next door
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
coyly covered her
face
commandeering
a place
with her thighs
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
posed in the snow
and bled all over the betty page
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
burned like the
face of a star and thought too hard
about
war and video
games
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
stripped men for
cash and slashed them for each pushup stay
but
she lived for
cleavage and revisited heels
that
had never gone
away
with
a trick of the
tongue
i
tripped over the
trial version of a violent femme
she
seldom gave up and
faded from the stage
like
a whisper of
gesturing age
with a trick of the
tongue
i tripped over the
trial version of a
violent femme |