What Are We Doing?

March 11, 2010

When she walked anywhere, she commanded attention

when she talked, she swooned all men that stood near her

look at her eyes, forever changing; blue oceans, green fields,

her chest is a perfect structure for mountainous peaks. The

curves, more dangerous than traffic on 495 during rush hour.

Her lips, two juicy strawberries, sweet and satisfying. Then you

look at her boyfriend and wonder, how did he get that? This

bowl-cut, scraggly haired lanky son of a gun, pulled a woman

that is fit for a model on a runway in Milan. What are we doing



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