Nobody Sings, Like an Ebony Queen
Nobody sings Like an Ebony Queen Nobody rings My Ding-A-Ling Like an Ebony Queen Nobody has that Ebony swag Just …
Nobody sings Like an Ebony Queen Nobody rings My Ding-A-Ling Like an Ebony Queen Nobody has that Ebony swag Just …
It is another sunny morning in Los Angeles. I love the DTLA. Instead of waking up to the chattering and …
A crescent moon the light just barely shined on her hue She knew not what she possessed But she would …
The desperation of my wanting you is parched on my lips. The more I’m wanting to feel the warm smooth …
Superhead was dead, so I thought. A mere figment of imagination, or a book put out by a video vixen. …
The other day, these fingers were the tools to which I operated the keys on this typewriter to compose you …