Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Dual Alibi.
Dual alibi, she CALLS me, D.A. BOY, she wails at love, CLAWS at your bath towel, calls the Captain of the Yacht, HOIST UP THE JOHN B. SAILS, splashes LOTION on your naked back, above and beyond the Santa Monica, pacific sea.
Dual alibi, she mixes Gimlets, 50=50 Gin Lime SPERM and whispers like a Valley breeze all the way over from Ventura. Like a dual-alibi, a kiss as guilty of sin, a film-noir Cadillac, where DO I park my Coupe...
c2019, davedelacroix. Hermosa Beach. L.A. USA.
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