Buxom Bum

Never more in Fall had there been a buxom bum. A monument; a pearl, a passion to become. This girl above a current, untouchable at best. Her feet up off the ground. My heart too tense to rest. An apparition standing still appearing here or there. A blonde to sweep you off your feet. Her face to gawk and stare. Her breasts so large intimidate. They bring you to a drool. Where comfort seems to calm you down and leave you as the fool. Majestic in her raw appearance. The portrait of all lust. Well rounded in her perfect health she lures you in her trust.