How to leave an impression without saying a word.
Oh my god, an open backed shirt? Not so popular, don't you fell exposed? But gawd damn., I mean. . . Three woman walking by, age means nothing, as I follow different languages pass, but never the one I fantasize most to get lost in auditory labyrinthine tingling. Mostly English, how boring but yes, the backless shirt in all of her beauty oh my god. Centring on the centre, my universe all consuming attention struck immediate she was. Shesheshe has to feel it. So rare is my old ass experience a fresh new idealing, how novel. From the front mostly black, so unassuming, multi coloured tiny flowery pattern, but from the back attack pure wonder. I would watch brunette with glasses in a frame expand of marvel reference, as with a circle predominance over head, and left handed swipe, she cleared the glorious, unusually, mysterious view. Impossible, drawing my attention even harder. Captivated by core, as her strut, in a shuttle way became more of a bounce. She has force this timeless swaying image smiling in mind of the valley cut vert through her middle. Totally imagination of feeling a river free flowing tickles juxtapose onto white water rocks of jetting rolling child erupting laughter spraying day dreams into loving giggling in mind of and geezer visioning gentle and endless caressing. Inflicting the electric dissemination of goose pimple popping tittering steps, inhaling healing laughter. Reminding of a woman draped in black leather god is there anything fucking sexier