Here is where I get to explain myself: I want these hot hot hot boots, true. But what I lust for are the legs and the life that might wear these. Unless of course it means being a hooker with a wig in a bad Richard Gere movie.
Lust folks. Some passing whimsy that takes my pulse race and probably isn't good for me in the long run.
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Here is where I get to explain myself: I want these hot hot hot boots, true. But what I lust for are the legs and the life that might wear these. Unless of course it means being a hooker with a wig in a bad Richard Gere movie.
Lust folks. Some passing whimsy that takes my pulse race and probably isn't good for me in the long run.
I do not have the thighs for these boots, but YOW! Fabulous.
Pearl
p.s. Sorry about the sore hamstrings! Get thee to another yoga instructor!
I think lust is very good for us! Just important to keep it in check…are you listening Tiger?
But I digress. I lust for those legs as well. You can always buy the boots, the legs? Not so much.