Kovalli Khufa

Complexion, straight dairy, woven together from Ares, you knock back anythang in sight, offerings like Ceres. Original, bold daring, eye strain, you cast red herrings, attention away from looks, you might call that rose pairings. Love to the death of it, no swearing. What mean to you, I wear it, express no less, object to press, surface up straight seraph.