How A Shoe, If I were these shoes, I’d probably born in Gemini.
On the front, I would be wise. Sensual with my fingers apparent foot but wise. Discreetly in the standard of the seductress. Aware of her masquerade and determined both. I would assume this strange power that gives femininity.
The smarter guess my intentions with a few sizes Princesses ambush deep in my ankle …
Tails, the warbling of my behind would be a weapon of mass destruction. Talon sharp, sharp point, as soon as my about-face, the profusion of my carats dazzle the eye of the youngster to deliver a knock-O .. It would rock under the lights of my jewels would be thrown into an abyss as the innocent who plants her eyes in those of the Gorgon, I’ll be incendiary phallus whose books are filled.
How A Shoe Probably Born in Gemini
I would be a queen. Fulfilled dream of the little girl asleep.
Conquering the world, I will walk triumphantly through the aisles of the metro (uh no) lights spheres come to reflect on my precious gems and I étincèlerais G20 (uh no no), sink into it with my heel through the royal gates of castle sewers (not uh no noooo). That’s it. My dream has evaporated. It’s Friday, this ring is called the office.
Thank you Mr. Caovilla Rene of his name, his Venetian state, for the dream of shining glory, rain diamonds and gemstones, velvet curtains with well-kept secret, it was short but good these archetypes shoesemment assumed.