That California tan.
That small petite bum.
A cup size that suggests a generous size.
A smell that makes me want to stick my face in her crotch and breathe.
Just quit with all the forced laughter.
Stop wasting your time on scum.
You stared at me like you wanted to eat me.
I wouldn’t mind.
Met you before you drew those eyebrows and slapped on that horsehair.
You went from afro to pixie cut.
That ass mounted.
Pump you standing up.
You just smell like grease.