New York City. I walk on her floor, the ‘concrete jungle’. I love the city too much, enough not to disrespect the ‘Big Apple’ by walking on it’s skin with a pair of sandals. Jessica said boots are made for walking, but these velvet slippers were made to kiss the pavement I replied. As my Del Toro’s makes-out with her, she kisses back, she get’s rough, my sole would prove that. I know that she loves me too, because when I kissed her where she was wet, she got the logo tattooed.
Please click the image to read the full review. (and yes, for the last sentence, I did step on wet cement… what can I say, I didn’t see it; it came out of no where!)
a recent submission one of my followers asked me to post.