the mauve winkle-pickers
She resolutely pummeled the ghost of bitter grief . pulverized melancholy within white -heat passion of her fulminant. Her intimate told her(let your ocular sheen rhyme up with the mercy-mien autumn ) . She took off her mauve winkle pickers &applied her soles to all lineaments of his beautiful face . Like a lodestar shimmering with affluent feminine .again her sole muzzling his lips from saying ah . * ah how good looking is your sole thingummy) that was he was about to reveal.