








Last Dayz of Summer! - Part 10 (Havana Heat)
You can’t escape the Havana Heat,
these flip flops smell delicious.
From licking up my sun tanned feet,
so perfect they must be ficticious!
But we all know the soles I bear
couldn’t be more real
So come and worship every wrinkle,
like it was your last meal.
*Mic Drop*
xoxo
- Gwen