put it in my glass either neat or with a rock. just another splash in between another drop i’m eager for the last bit to teeter from the top i don’t even have to ask, bartenders greet me with a shot. © 2013 by Marlon Hall. All rights reserved Related articles How to Drink Bourbon …
I’ve got suitable cues. Some indisputable proof from the most beautiful muse. It’s you that I choose soon I’ll be perusing the jeweler and there’s no exclusion of clues. you are my future and it’s exuberant blooms. Related articles Another for Min Skat For Michelle
I’ve found in you a rounded view. Complete. A sound account of how we choose to be. Wow! Astounded by the sound of you and me. An ounce of you brings bouts of jubilee! Related articles For Michelle
I miss you my Distant princess. The issue? Try insistent distance. Tissues lie in spent conventions and ‘wish you’s’ pile into my sentiment pension. I miss you. Related articles Another for Min Skat
a kiss and then she winked. with this offense my interest’s piqued. convincing hints in speech with quick flicks of intents to meet. we’ll reap each beat relentlessly, repent the fences infant plea and commence with swift intensity. Related articles Never Been Kissed (REALLY) (forhopelessromantics.wordpress.com) She treats me (marlonhall.wordpress.com) Bedroom (marlonhall.wordpress.com)
my belly’s full and my mind’s content i’ll quell the tools and hide the bench. the smell of bull is finally switched let’s yell in tune, ‘IT’S FRIDAY, GENTS!’ Related articles Be more. (marlonhall.wordpress.com)
it’s returned. my censor. a mix of conflicts a victim, convicts, and the spurned. my censor. it nicked the on switch flicked it’s mystic wand then confirmed this gist is gone missing and i’ve learned. my censor. it’s returned. Related articles Censor Myself? (scarshidden.wordpress.com) Quick Six.
you’re so smart aren’t you? born with sharks and your sure shots warrant proof. part of the hard fought sparring few. always on guard and spot on with the target shoots. you’re a marvel of ardent truth. you’re a carnival chock full of geniune articles. your spark is unremarkable. you’re off the charts and I just want to be …
I’ve had a foolish sense of our cruel offense, and the rules we’ve minced have brought ghouls against the old school of cool and the jewels of gents. No more, will our fuel be spent on the tour of attempts. Use the mules we rent and the tools we’re lent to renew our groove and to …
move back from the brink or you’ll lose half of your drink and the booze fanatics will wink and say this dude has had it, you think? move back from brink or you’ll lose half in the sink and the cute lass in the pink will choose to laugh at your stink.