Wild

soft-skinned power cell a garden, with a river flowing beneath water, warmed with whirlpool wisps Palm pads press pleasure past pain. El Oso paused, then leaned over a cliff. He could smell her near. A water fall boasted, in high frequency, as it proudly rinsed off her dreds. Here’s what El Oso saw. a soft-skinned power cell a river of red maple not too damned sweet wild