Mister Blue Night

She's like sugar when there was only coffee.

need a quickie that lasts a week.

Not everyday is roses and dividends

kisses where? hip bones

You’re like a fine box of wine minus the fine

petulant, in the framework of a day that won’t behave; starting with an undecided omen voluptuous, in the framework of being all woman; hands on hips, full on pout intimidating or irresistible? the jury is still out

I looked at the moon last night. She looked back. We both miss you.

Take me for tacos and tell me my ass looks good and I’m happy

You know how many people hate me here? I don’t because it’s not my business

I hate how well “good girl” works on me

I’m made of stars, that’s why my eyes twinkle

That’s the fourth time you’ve deleted the tweet I replied to now I’m taking it personally

Good Day…

People who don’t get sarcasm are my favorite people

You look like you run with scissors and ate paste as a kid, we are going to get along just fine

Fool me once.

I used to see the funny stuff my mutuals say on here … now it’s all “celebrities” and ads

Clearing away cobwebs. A spring-cleaning of thoughts as it were… Burying old patters and fears. Fortifying the foundations.

My nipples should be paintbrushes and your mouth most certainly the art babe or the other way around I’m very high right now