Phantasmagoria

Slinking around these streets in strappy shoes and some mini skirt-ed dress revealing too much ass and too much tits, which is exactly as it should be. Indulging the fantasy that is you, being as beautiful as you’re supposed to be. The most beautiful you have ever been. Embodying a universal ideal of attractiveness. The kind of girl that every boy wants to lick up, sandpaper tongue doing back strokes against oceans of skin. This is you, encased within the evening. Wrapped up in blankets of sky while ¬†sidewalks scroll beneath pedicured toes and long legs that glisten like never ending rivers of water under a wolverine moon.¬†