Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

desert brush ignites
landscape sports black lace undies
Spring sews new dresses

The panties of whores in black lace
are the rugs that'll carpet my place
when a night of red lights
opens up the delights
that'll grace what was chaste with a chase.

Why, Joel! Delightful bit of verse, my yes, but aren't we, ah, bragging just a bit? rofl

Bragging? Me? Never.
But the old flames of the wilds? They'll have to speak for themselves.