I Am Woman
(Laughing Into The Post - Like The Joker At The Mob Meet)
Ahhh-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaa-Ooo-Eee-Eee-Ahaaa-Ahhh-Hoo-Hee-Haaa-Ahaaa - I Thought My Jokes Were Baaad.
. . .But I Now Know That You Have An Even More Substandard Bag Of Thigh-Slappers.
Am I Right, Mr. San Francisco?
An-an-and Speaking Of Thighs, You Have A Rather Tenderish Spot For My Own, Do You Not, Bright Eyes?
Making Playful References To My Bustline And My Hips, Are You Dear?
Am I Too Much Woman For You, Mr. HTML?
(Staring At My Screen - A Smirk On My Lips And A Cherry Twizzler Between My Fingers)
. . .Too Much Womanity For You?
For The Sake Of This Post, I'll Take The Liberty Of Pretending To Be You Answering That Question.
'F*ck No, Cat! I'll Bend And Toss Your A$$ In Ways You Never Thought Imaginable. . .'
(Sniggling - Like Gogo Yubari, After Having Been "Begged" To Walk Away)
This, I Say To You, King Intensity:
'Cooked Ball Park Franks Ain't Got A Damned Thing On Me.'
A Lil' Somethin' For You To Keep In Mind. . .
. . .Mr. Internet Titan.
Plump and Sweet - Like A Bush O' Fully Ripened Blackberries,
iCurvaceousFelinity ;)
Plump by PS Is Featured Courtesy Of The Black Jaguar Music Company.
Thank You, Trish.
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