Tag: Sandy Coomer
To the Human Barbie, From Barbie
I saw you on the internet, your waist a narrow funnel from your chest, your hips flared out to fit the width of bones required to walk, to sit. Let’s talk about your face – your lineless forehead and your pouty lips, your eyes so wide the sun could burn Read more
To Kiss a Married Man
it would be because he was a player a rake, and we both knew we were shooting hell blinded by the way night rolls he would take his jacket off his hands on my shoulders and then my hips, and he would smell like cognac and sweet tobacco, his eyelashes Read more