Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
tasha , bisto , chops , identity thief , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember
, hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used in AI
the stars are playing hide and seek
in the clouds
is Jez the wine that pours from your lute ? is he the music
that comes from a place where music is redundant?
that makes a sound only Gods and devils can hear? is he the beginning
and the end of the circle where time stands still ?
that you can feel under your skin a hundred miles away ... does
he make your soul blossom like a orchid in a hothouse ?
his stilettoes compliment the muscle under the gauze
As throngs of excited guitar beat applause
his hair looks subtle under the chiffon how about his mate
kept in suspense thick fingers study the elastic
they paint his lips with khol and fruited lipsalve , trace contours of his chest , what is so funny he can hardly stand up , as he grapples me for the door handle
who does she think shes kidding ?
you think the weirdest things n this is a wild card
a throw of the dice, n sometimes you have a fantasy about two of them
she called him a nasty Jesus , he said the wallpaper
was peeling off the walls
next i saw stars, they were spinning around , a sparkling egg moon
with gravelly, zombie spice n she felt a bit paranoid about it
wondering if he was using videos of her
as a pizza to add to the trippyness
they called it the pasty tax after her victory jack . People feel entitled to watch her do it , this girl who grew up in the 60s surrounded by promiscuity , who takes ownership of her own body
Notre Dame est en colere, to do magic you have to risk your life
which ended in disaster , and sometimes she hammered one out