There once was a lass from DarjeelingWho danced with exquisite feeling.Not a sigh, not a word,Not a sound could be heardSave the fly buttons hitting the ceiling.Kelanie Black writes the same way. When a book has hardened nipples in the…
There once was a lass from DarjeelingWho danced with exquisite feeling.Not a sigh, not a word,Not a sound could be heardSave the fly buttons hitting the ceiling.Kelanie Black writes the same way. When a book has hardened nipples in the…
