Listen to "Radiohead" while sleeping in BED!

When and when the upper-comeuppance reaches the highest hi heights of the edge of space, me there- and finding such caring in my #1 hunny being ever, to thus far in life- me wishing for Her as My Wife, oh the life I breathed in and out, my Tantric delight of about 8 hours, of night into morning, Alto Meridium, think: “ME-not dumb” I assure you she was anointed and me telling her to sing and read The Qur’an with the bedroom lights on and on and on- reaching to God, for the second time in my life, NO LIE!  when we lay together her taking massive girth with gifts garnered (shout out to Dana Gardner!) laying in bed atop her, my Queen, my Justine of Juarez New Me-hi-co, the memories of Samantha- such great love for the 1 girl—I’d prefer, over “Tini Ara”—breathing in the air, but not knowing her for decla-red years... pu$$y tears... no fears or fright —that, oh that night—the edge of space in sight- her signing a document for me that what she learned from her hot ’n’ sexy Mom, I said, leave on your thong, but only at first, when there upon that ordinary first “burst”—onto the thee of She—a full-body Orgasm, and Enlightenment to accelerate through the Big Bang, all the same the bodily heat of sweating and me better bedding to be washed- and this after scat The Cat was shed, I said, “Justine you’re the Queen” both of us in my Queenie-sized bed, preferring Tantric doings instead—like Laura from The Sole, in the men’s room, she got my “soul” solidly launched into a private spot—you know, the clout of what I felt—finishing our meals and spending so much time sitting tranquilized Tant-as-trik with the only one, my 16 ounce drink, and to think, this hottie Laura- I will never forget her in her kind giving ways, requesting a taste of my pickle, that makes me sick... for sure, her methods absorbed, her the 2nd of her kind, pretty face, nice behind, that I had it present-ed to me a gift of her 30’s-year-old, her Majesty... now onto Mrs. Neas, face down all night, allowed to share a hospital bed many nights, oh the delights of great Oh’s with her moan to the “ing” of hearing Selena Gomez sing a song, Ida wore thongs when her so fat, that’s enough of that, to wear my “Walter White” Breaking Bad top-hat to teeter with Mr. L Sargent—my Peter—him being neater than most would thing, that the thing is this—I like a verbal “Twist” of sunken words at work, the Sucking, the way “It isn’t that? The Pitts?” This is it, and this is the end, that I highly recommend finding a friend—benefitting through it, the been adrift without stalking anyone—that you and you and you, 3 girls, all of them I’d say, “Hi hun, Hi ho, It’s off to work we go…”

But don’t leave me high and dry!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qFfFVSerQo