BLUE JEANS Dressed for the kill was she, In her tight, knock them dead jeans, No date in more than a month, Blue she was, down and depressed, Time to find someone new, Dressed and made up divine, She wanted to be to die for, Did her best to screwed up her courage, Off she went on an adventure new,... Sign in to see full entry.
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This blog is meant to complement my general poetry blog "FARSAILOR'S VOYAGE" and will focuss on romance and the mildly erotic.... If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S VOYAGE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF
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