Gimme a J gimme a B...
Beverage-assistance continues to lead to olympic-quality necking. The unfettered commentary and the pleasure-crying made Tactile the Pterodactyl induce dude-chills on this architect of swoon.
The pick-up-where-you-left-off aspect of lovin' must not be taken for granted, likewise: good wood.
Last night I dreamed you were in my life
As you touched me in our heavenly bed
Sending dynamo charges through our soul encasement
Then you found it, too
Substituting trance for REM might be the stain here. It's just that the ride is worth the cost. The strings are because I'm a Maronette.