Written by Emily Harstone | September 13, 2016
“Trust me,” he said. She didn’t.
Fall again and I’ll walk away.
The view of her ass. Yum.
The rocks inhaled. No one survived.
You are literally three feet up.
‘The GPS was wrong’ he said.
It scared him, her soft courage…
Climbing fiercely they reached the top.
Lost and afraid down came the rain.
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“Trust me,” he said. She didn’t.
Fall again and I’ll walk away.
The view of her ass. Yum.
The rocks inhaled. No one survived.
You are literally three feet up.
‘The GPS was wrong’ he said.
It scared him, her soft courage…
Climbing fiercely they reached the top.
Lost and afraid down came the rain.