Overt, flustering indecisive succulent feelings.
A feral exuding charm, intense but yet exotic.
Slight lean to your peril facial structure.
The great fluctuating mounded, bulging grinned look.
Like a briar, so stiff and blunt flair. Vicious rants , but with great trepidation you cracked up lips split.
A potryal of un subjugated innocences.
An artificial smile creeping up on you, as you turn a blind eye, for it covertly seems to be gaining ground.
Sir. George Githunguri
© Feb 2013