Rupi softly takes your hand
Parted curtains: The Promised Land
Baths tepid, scalding and frigid
Where plucked fruits hang knitted
Bathers hissing peaches and plums
Drink refills appear by scrums
“Here, no men’s toxic gazes“
Nor sicko’s thirstiest phrases.“
Hammams fenced by statuary
Megan Ubered dope Pillsbury
Obsidian columns, kush perfuse
Shadows rich, candelabra hues
Divers, plungers, swimmers too
Staff will grind bespoke shampoo
Pools, tanks and tubs, lanes and locks
Henges glow at Equinox
Thermal jets healing muscles
Burl hogs steep thick bubbles
Buzz cut dykes wave broad palm fronds
Rainbow pubed doulas wield vibe wands
Shearers clipping pubis tufts
Hosing puss prevents encrusts
Gentle nymphs denude Rupi
Smearing skin with Bath Kewpie
“Bathing mayonnaise, how queer!”
“It helps before you soak in beer.”
Rupi softly takes your hand
Herein purely girly verily
Estrogenized air primarily
Radical women, contrarily
No bather disrobed voluntarily
Ceding robes to sisters merrily
Scrubbed, sudsed tender scarily
Exfoliated rubescent
Smoggy veiled aloe fumigants
On the hour, jaunty parades
Sibyls waving lit charades
Carafes and sconces our flutes
Secret songs from cooze cahoots
Bellies and tums, percussive
Drummed puss flaps toughen
Songful queues snaked tween ablutions
Sacred thermae institutions
Umber, shell, carob hips gyrate
Spackled globs of slick cerate
Charcoal mud pits and menthol jets
Mindful sweepers mop floor sweats
Shower atria ceaselessly sleet
Dermophagic fish feast on feet
Masseuses slap and clap flesh
Smacking by wet whisk thresh
Jiggling girl glutes and wriggly leg meat
Roving beauticians softly entreat
Floating Lilies, floral Mallows
Sweaty Rupi slunk into shallows
Submerged pink and cacao waves
Cooler waters calm carnal raves
Swimming caverns into grottos
Megan fawns by art hoes’ toes
Lanterns aglow, Rupi shimmers
Bastion candles blanket glimmers
Fluttering kicks and spilt wine suds
Megan’s assault vaper blazed buds
Toppling sisters, chortling guffaws
Besties from Laos to Arkansas
Whispering, sly Megan a fox
Cajoling stoned girls from their socks
Tunnels warm that clutch cozy
Flushing their cherub cheeks rosy
Dangling legs over canals
Crossing and scrunching acrals
I bet she fucking stinks. And not a good stink. Like tofu that's been in the sun too long.
In an alternate timeline, Rupi is a famous writer on Hindu esotericism and a profound advocate for Hindu nationalism, she enjoys intense dreams that show her leading India into a greater tomorrow.
Very beautiful
Good job
>Indian
Cool, I guess.
Shitskin
what do you think she smells like?
the girl of my dreams,
rupi.
shen she take a shit,
it brown.
when she make a big sad,
i frown.
when she make a big happy,
i call her clown.
she always sitting on my benis,
like a crown.
I want to cum in her mocha coffee pot so bad
now write a rap
Rupi softly takes your you head and makes you eat her pussy and drink her vaginal discharges
this is all i want in my alpha life
Well, it's much better than her work.
if not for the dubs, i would legitimately have thought that this was legit.