By: TyLeishia L. Douglass
Like the nose reacting to a cold when the brisk air hits the very hairs of the nostril. Lust bleeds when it smells the calling of sinful pleasures to fulfill its hungry desires; but not satisfied, “Salir” is the ultimate challenge. She is the idiom of every mans own meaning and translation in wanting, falling, hunger and exploration. Anything similar to being in agreement of uncertainty, worth or value. Could she just be popular in expression? Or is the curse of her beauty and brains the reason men aren’t able to dissect the very being of her quintessential essence? Salir can sell the very color off a product However, when it’s time to deliver can she remember how she produced that which she had sold?
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