Oh sweet juicy raisins of joy! What is the gorgeous Helena smuggling under her vest?
I think this stone cold fox might just be driving me insane because her diaphanous beauty makes we want to burst into song. I haven't exercised my vocal cords in a while but, here goes:
Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to this sexy thing"
Naughty nips will send you wild
Have you weeping like a child
Joyful, all ye hormones rise
Tender ass and juicy thighs
Helena Christensen proclaim:
Your tender loins I shall inflame
Thank you and, goodnight! Is anyone else's penchant for poetry tickled by heavenly Helena's hot little humps?
(Source: Drunken Stepfather)