All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
Brandi L. BatesYou crawled inside my ribs to die. Giant becomes squirrel becomes a dirt-wet girl feverishly alive.
Virginia PetrucciDon't you dare print my first name. That would make me sound like a real country girl.
Vesta Williams