...vast and empty erotic zones to gaze over
Potente readily lambasts rumours
concerning movement. High precision quartz
movement, with antirelflex coating
and sapphire crystal and bright diamonds.
She has the skin of a child soldier. Young vintage.
Plum wine and catfish wings. Deep saute. Simple fact:
and that's that. Constantly try to
whittle away. Wonderful
a month of ultra correction and a coat of cream to rip away pores
from the top of the cheekbones to the tip of the chin and back above
water spray and Charles Worthington, a mouth of magnolia and red...
pussy bow; new cuts; Klum's legs like javelins
sink into the cerebral cortex. Dahl's big doll eyes split through the spinal cord.
A secret of raw skin, ruin, tactics.
The chicest kind of paradox
struck by a smile. Vicious teeth. White spittle.
A pool. A Bhudda, side-up. A boat to Bangkok.
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Keeping beauty. Fine shawls.
Dragonfly detail. Other variations.
Isabeli Fontana wrapped in dark glass.
Dust bare shoulders and arms. Cellular radiance.
New multi correxion. To make you
perfect sultry. Mix of roses and peonies.
Vespers Drift Away spa treatment. A Temple spa.
Metallics. Big orbs. Pale skin.
Daphne wears a knitted dress.
Daphne on the wooden floorboards
pearls draped over abdomen; tits sharp.
A tableaux with painter; girl; shutters; white sheets;
floorboards and pearls. Net skirt. Mesh shoes.
Tunnels to Cologne. New York. Palm Beach.
Monte Carlo. Courchevel. Moscow.
Dubai. Kuwait. Convert. Shrink it
through the pages, with peers. "Agents never tell you this,"
she says, "but I would become property." Naomi Watts,
sucking stale air through her teeth. A hiss of contempt
and control. Cut
lass. "We oohed and aahed." She is currently collecting victims
along with Anne Wintour across the state of _____ :
"she wore this monochrome Chanel shift
accessorised with mules and a choker..."
...and she won.
Then the shift choked the mule. Then she lost
and Wintour won. "I'm 55. I don't have to fall in love."
Pay lip service. "I'm 55. I've just fallen in love."
To the rate of oyster perpetual. Ever since the day
she discovered
the exit, correct typface, new lipstick.
The day her bag split all inner trails over the pavement like her stomach
slit open. The day she
gave the world whatever she
considered its worth to be. Whatever she was worth.
And what a gift that was. Everybody said so
that's what she said. Like an unstoppable affair
it sunk. A little mystery goes a long way.
The Apache Parisiennes - a gang of female Romantics
who roamed the streets of Paris in the early 1900s.
Hair cascades over shoulders:
an all-time favorite, for Fellini and other fellas.
Sequinned clutch and diamante flower detail
too. High impact in low lighting. Succulent satin tail
too. The lapse and how it trickled. Draped
like drops of rain. Trim tummy, curt torso.
Serious. Very serious things. Just consider.
