Jasper, he clasped her round
the waist with a leer with
clapping hands slapping his
salutorious gear. She smiled, ripe and
red-lipped as she twiddled his
knob-jewel, said,
"love-er...me, cover me
with your steamy globule!"
Um. Does that need some kind of rating?
I posit the proposition that the word "globule," on the very account of its "unsafeness," is a most suitable item of wordage for inclusion within a poetical construction of "mawkish" aspect.
*** pepsoid ***
[[[ " It is a pickle, no doubt about it " - The Oracle (The Matrix) ]]]
What's that got to do with steamy globules?!
No, hang on, don't go there... :-!
*** pepsoid ***
[[[ " It is a pickle, no doubt about it " - The Oracle (The Matrix) ]]]
The All New Pepsoid the Umpteenth!
The All New Pepsoid the Umpteenth!
The All New Pepsoid the Umpteenth!
The All New Pepsoid the Umpteenth!