I am a girl who writes and I need a work that takes people's breath away, something they have never felt before. You are my art teacher, and I see it through your brush. You handle them so well... I wonder what you do with the brush below.
The colors that could gush over my body.
I need to write about this and I am sitting in a skirt, but with my legs open wide enough for your curiosity to come to me.
A white artifice that could be my paper for my pencil and your brush....
My white shirt lifted and supported by my perky breasts.
You go into a state of alert. Wonder what could happen if someone saw us, but, among the wide open doors and windows, my shameless skirt begs for help to be unfurled. Torn. Come, sting me, take my honey.
Boom me.
Let our voice echo through the hallways... Because I need a good story for the news paper.
Mango
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