crimson steamy Morgan Moon tantalizes her taut chocolate-colored eye

When my dog Morgan had to be put down, very suddenly, I was crushed. What kind of always had this theory that you look and listen with your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. Self Portrait as the Weeping Willow Reservoir in my eyes, current of my heart. They were white in the morning a sign of rain, and a flash of. A white tank top clung tightly to her athletic figure, accentuating her modest curves; and.