princess by Angela Thomas i add you. a poem about fruit and some kind of ripeness, but you've beat me to the punchline - a party with you at my side and me grabbing on your hips. full and right of my work, i grab them. you watch and wonder what fashion forward looks like. i lay black and brunette and blonde in front of you. so i know what it looks like. like a vintage purse full of credit and your night. soft and enough of a deviant to need their own handle. i want you to be my little princess. ride. go. 09/21/2008 Posted on 09/21/2008 Copyright © 2025 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)