A girl might have the kind of smile that could launch a thousand ships; yet these will sink in a hearbeat, crashed by ship-shape hips, or a hip-shaped ship. Let alone sail past Circe, sunbathing on the top of her island, legs stretched out.
A girl might have the kind of smile that could launch a thousand ships; yet these will sink in a hearbeat, crashed by ship-shape hips, or a hip-shaped ship. Let alone sail past Circe, sunbathing on the top of her island, legs stretched out.
Part witch, part temptress, part ship crusher. That's me 🤣
Not a bad combo, huh? :))
Didn't realize you had such a high opinion of me.