Blazing Sword

this lady plays no games. She’s purpled up from head to toe from the jump, and she rocks more ice than Gucci Mane climbing Everest. She stacks like a plate of pancakes on a greasy spoon, and smells sweeter than the table syrup that comes with them. Her scent is a succulent combination of confectionery delights - blueberry jam and jelly donuts with a hint of bacon fat and a rumor of grape liquor