𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

I remember she smelled so pretty

She had these huge jugs

Of milk and they were fitting

To her frame

She was thick but framed petite

She had a nice chunk

She was a Gemini

A freak

I didn’t see or speak to her for weeks

But so in love when we would creep

To the bathroom to kiss each other

Pretending to be lovers

No longer under covers

Watching the Uber Driver watch us

As our skin we openly uncover