Ills, wills and nothing more than a search and rescue of the divine inside as she gives off a Florissant ego packing a one two punch at the sound of a drip and a hazardous bomb.
Peel back the layers and you will see and smell the essence of a sadistic beauty that pulls you in, as you look deep and wrap your thoughts around the magnetic force of truth and failure. Holding on to the ego inside is what captivates the moments when peeping softly into the eye of a sadistic and melodious soul.
Raw and vivacious in sound and in nature; it sucks you in like a tornado plowing through the atmosphere at it’s ripening peak. Pushing in and out is the decadence of ripeness and fluidity of the inner workings of her divine soul.
Skip, hop and take a ride on the wild side and journey into the unknown without reservations. Forceful truths reveal intimate suggestions of the divine ugly and catastrophic misconceptions of why’s and who’s.
Unlock the door and tip toe softly inside as the salacious feelings of corpuscles gives off a stinky but sweet smell that engulfs you and wraps you like wild waves of the ocean. Unseen and untapped is the avid validity and ramblings of the divine beauty and the inner wicked corpuscles.
Sexy wrapped in wicked zombie is a feeling of greatness, freshness, and ugly in it’s glory but ever so pure. Genius in nature, but bitchy and cold, as the fire and ice spew out of the inner workings of her corpuscles to only attack, laugh and salaciously take over to set the stage.
Eyeing the prize is the workings of this divine beauty while holding her wicked opulence, while she knowingly makes her will and ill stronger than ever, but only to set forth a wickedness of tasty and sexy territory to stake her claim in an majestic, pure and offensive way-to devour your corpuscles to only interlock with her divine and wicked zombie.
By Literary Diva (The Lit Factory) Blogtalk Radio
*Thought provoking writing*
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