Little Miss Bad 7-12-07

Best of friends, redlight you are still young all I could see was his mezmerizing eyes young man engulfed in a red hot cloud.
Questions questions, like a bad drawing I wondered how he got away.
a windstorm of sensations, sensability.

She smiled her eyes darkened the light was sweet she was worried the atmosphere, the breeze suddenly shifted but you were happy though although her husband never asked

all of that,
took her breath away against her will.