Her Fellowship Part II

so.. toasty caramel struts over to a nice place on the floor and begins to search for music. those who know me know i am a sucker for butts and thighs... so my view from the sofa was ever nice.. nice... thrice...

he, laying face down, rolled his thick thighs and perfectly shaped pitcher's mound demin covered behind, rhythmically to a Drake mix tape while thumbing through his journal. (the title of his journal shall remain nameless.) teddy ruxpin stood in the curve of the sliding and bedroom doors. his beautiful, yes, the essence of teddy bear, brown cascaded across the room as the sun beamed through him sharing his prism of thoughtful essence throughout; while jewel and scent, leaned slightly forward, bringing forth that scent of smokey mahogany and jasmine.

the conversation began with the "journal" and relationships. co-partnering/spouses to be exact.

each shared his idea, and why he supported it; without being sexual and too sexist with the room. each listened intently as if he were pilfering and pocketing the idea like a skilled thief collecting the world's masterpieces. except the prize at stake was thier individual description and ideal QUEEN.