Toss your sweatpants, I tell them. Only keep your sexy things. I want to see you in lacy panties and bra, the fabric straining to contain you. Turn me on, I tell them.
Thirty-three words on my imaginary god of the BuddhistÂ TrÄyastriá¹ƒÅ›a.Â I hear there are 32 more. Go check them out over at Trifecta.