Your face is like that of an angel,
An angel with a tight ass.
I can almost feel your dark, wavy mane of lustrous hair
Grazing over my body as we roll around and giggle together on a white
Sandy beach off the coast of Punta Del Este. Actually, I would giggle and you would grin slightly, in that way that makes your eyes look like two well-gardened reflection pools of secrets, because you’re Brody and way too cool to giggle.
You’d wear that tight black shirt of yours I love so much, the one that
Makes your body look like something I’d really love to touch.
You of the perpetual vacations, in a constant state of relaxation.
I’m not even jealous. You deserve to be on vacation, sheltered from the cruelties of
An everyday routine, like one of those pale ancient Roman queens. Not that you’re a queen. You’re very masculine.
Just so manly.
If John Mayer had a girl with a body like a wonderland, your body
Is like a sexland. A lubed sexland. Of love.
When I see pictures of you in a Â
Bathingsuit
And I see the tattoo of “Jenner†inked down your side
I first think is, what would that tattoo taste like? Then I think,
How silly of me,
You know that Grey Goose acquires a certain
Je ne sais quoi
after passing through the subdermal pores.
best broast ever
oh my
you had me at lubed sexland 😉