Chapter 2 Get off Chocolate Chip Shoulder

She was the mystery talker she loved to get her point across. What rounded love to love her they all wanted to kiss her shoulders. He loved to put daisies, my dog loved to eat them what a tea cup when I take him on the plane. Most of the lovers what chips on their love shoulders please don't eat my daisies.How seductively he puts it on the side of her hair she had style and grace like the materialistic person doesn't have a bad bone in her daisies. But she needs her space her name was Macy she always had the right attire dressed up cool and heartless lacy.She was in different moods and had many moons of different loves. I don't remember Adam as a whole in the wall. Some psycho killers What talking heads what a wicked shower threesome. Like the two-headed monster and my threesome friends one was named Kelly she loved to Green her money on everyone. Another friend was named Samatha she was not a witch but more love feisty. She always had the need for more money. Times were getting tough. My other friends turned into a monster Antionette I just needed to soothe my franked brain all I could think of is money stocks and flying high in the cock-pit...He was playing with himself and I was reading me off the shoulder love hurts magazine. Really learning a lot about men.

Get off my shoulder straps and straps wicked.Get off my bloody shoulder they went somewhere completely isolated I am warning you to get off of my coffee cloud I need something warm to sip and it's not you..she loved to push the men off.her love ankle he felt always tied to her ankle.He’s hot broad shoulder’s he lives on another planet.

She has a mapped tongue so hot he is close What have I got me into.He can smell the energy through her flowers.

He works long hours at the lab what a lab retriever he always listens in on the other end of the receiver.

He's getting hot her locked behind the door so close with his clues. .Almost there another round we go he’s licked.See through her skin sweet face. How she just click’s.Bunch of dead walkers We all Bloody sucker’s like was linked in

Turned on TV dark shrug the shoulder remote.Couch-nasty lover’s she eating up dark moon chips. Miss Hershey gold what a snob all mine bag supermarket dark-goods always coffee.Dark comedy came latte late hell hug.Played out bad to the chip gig.Chocolate chips melted wax hell lips. Things are decidedly devilish dark Mind Killer quest. Like quicksand so hot or the fire gets gunpowder off my

RI CHIP’S-P here's a poem my Chip off the lab block. What a love booster. Holds wicked heart to holster

Shooting out Chocolate bullet chips.Hell, gimme more Mobster.Don’t fuck my chop’s gun-it Lobster

Goes a long shot of my shoulder.I’m getting hotter what’s with you. What's in your Icebox freezer I only want to Tease you?.Am I already melted? You better please me? Touch my lip’s with your shoulder

I touched your mind engraved deep thoughts scattered chips. Frequent flyer used up my

Sweet lips of the trip. We're all "Mad Men" dark chocolate TV chips.

Movie action, chips, and camera. Ruined my whole image lips.You slide back and fourth.Spaced out dark Darth.The leader of the Dark biker pack. Accident controlled Hell’s, Angel.Black spike leather Goth you both.Open up never give up you have those shoulder to shrug people off with your sensual mouth. Flaming hot creature Goth.

Ruined my whole image lips.You slide back and fourth.Spaced out dark Darth.Leader of the Dark biker pack

Accident controlled Hell’s, Angel.Black spike leather Goth you both.Open up you sensual mouth

Sweet chip’s from the earth 2 die 4 section sensual shoulder’s faces of single’s.Men get angry Gothic chic of the cloth mingles.Oh Father, please. I have sinned I have 2 many POEMS that I pinned.Tattoo on her shoulder overrated.Chips melted.Green jaded

College dark and dorm Spiked drinks.Rider’s Jimmy of the Storm.My shoulder touched you moved back

Running naked dark shadow train track.Music played unique & edgy her shoulder’s banged into him

Singing me and my shoulder, please? I am singing, but his hot spot is ringing.Santa baby hanging, some sexy porcelain Goth Doll.Hanging from the mistletoe well what so you know her daisies.He kissed my mysterious shoulder

Now I got his attention, he notices me? What a sweet lab he works in with his Labrador the CD picture pushy shoulder.Stay away from my note’s.

All over the Grunge sexy states. Draws the face low sexy back.Dark and Silhouette, Orient sexy smoker track

Black Ink Black the new dress of the Mistress. Those dark clouds appearing when I am trying to sip my chocolate flavor coffee with chips dissolving Dark drama indecent refined vision. What is he doing trying to resolve something? I need to remove some evidence its a bit sticky. Double trouble moody-black transition.Let’s not impose New Black dress exposed. Shoulder sensual high-curve Soprano.Mob dark suit, not my taste odd pursuit

Get off my shoulder I will be.Opening up another dead-heart {folder}