How could I tell it any other way? Words

How could I tell it any other way? Words themselves, pictures alone, even the delicate hands of a mime could not convey

the soft reflections of the carnival lights on her moist lips. Or how they danced in her eyes. Her skin took on a glow that seemed the outshine them. My breath was captive to

bull ride" she screamed. He couldn't hear her over the blaring stereo. It was a mechanical bull and he was drunk. Then his boot hit the side and a little sub-machine gun poked

Hannah Montana in the ribs, it's barrel still warm from its last victim. She smiled a nervous - but toothy - grin, not realizing

part of her weave was lying beside the unopened box of microwave popcorn, purchased for her by the accountant on the 3rd floor. She knew he was a sucker for jail bait with a weave.

After all, who isn't? She figured she'd speed things up by unbuttoning the top 2 buttons on her blouse and bringing some popcorn up to the accountant. When she got to his desk she

dropped the bowl ,spreading popcorn all over it.She started to clen the desk,but Jimmy was so busy staring at her breasts,he never noticed the coffee dripping,burning his

Cocker Spaniel's tail. The dog yelped and ran around in circles trying to lick its tail. It was so busy yelping and chasing that it didn't notice

The oncoming toddler. Moving at a blinding 1/4 mph, that baby was coming on fast. 3 seconds till collision. 2. 1. WHAMMO! Baby, Dog, and the tail it was chasing come together.