i often wonder what’s under the sun. is it one ton of some lungs or mayhaps a day lapse? it could help if i knew how to tie my shoe. over and under the bunny comes through and pulled the kit n’ caboodle into the jambox. rock my socks off doctor. what for? more and more tours of your floor shed light on the situation. which satiation should i vie for? the tongue tickle or the stick prickle? will you be sure to swallow this time? last time it was a mess. i hate to fuss, but i thoroughly enjoy when your eyes meet mine. it sends a bolt/jolt through my core. clam families jam me to my knees. wheezing breezes ease the tension. assention through the underbelly of wonderbread could send me to the brink of thinking. sinking deeper and deeper. i try to hold my load, but its tough with your breath flecking my neck. ptppt..sh. was it good for you? i kept my mind to myself, but i wanted her to share my flare for flight. might i implore a four-headed six-legged bed descent? decent recentries pull my dull wool over her eyes as i spy on a nest of breasts. the best crest creeped into our peak. seek the leak, that’s the problem. can someone call the plumber? i think we need to delve a little deeper. my peepers weep when she needs confirmation. the information station is difficult to find. why don’t i bind my rind to the kind of mustard that comes with a three pack of pixies? good question…um..i think it’ll hold if i just crust over the range rover’s dove bars. mars makes steaks look like little crates of inflatable nettles. wet, yet blended with a bend of shoulder mold. hm, that could do a number on your slumber. try to keep it clean. it seems that’s the best course of action. fractions of traction carry the way to the edge. i pledge an undying likeness to the best rest a nest of yes can yield. we’ll be alli en un momento, solo deseo a estarme seguro the blur is yours.