Taylor Swift is the softest girl in the world. She’s so squishy and smooth. She’s like a little collectible doll just for me.
I love her voice. She’s a pretty songbird, traveling from town to town, singing her songs of love and joy.
I love her! Her hair is so soft and luxurious. And it has such volume! I love how it bounces and sways when she walks- like she’s living in a shampoo commercial. She’s a perfect and pretty pop princess. There’s no girl in this world as striking and seductive as her.
I want to hold her in my arms and squeeze all the love out of her. I want to squeeze her so tight she squeaks like a chew toy. I want to hold her so close that she says she’ll never leave me.
She smells like kittens eating flowers.
Her eyes are so warm and expressive. She’s quiet, but her eyes say so much by themselves that she doesn’t need to talk.
Her nose is so cute.
Her lips are so soft and tasty. My lips belong on hers and nowhere else. SMOOCH!!!!!
Her hands are so feminine and squeezable, yet so precise. I love how they tenderly walk across her guitars.
Her legs are INCREDIBLE. Hottest on Earth by far. The rest of her, too. GOD she’s hot. Smokingly, smolderingly, surface of the sun hot. She’s easily the sexist woman alive. I would kill everyone in the world just for a night with her (well, not literally, but you know what I mean).
I need to own her forever. I can’t imagine a world without her softness and sweetness and songs and sexiness.
Even her name is nice. Taye-lerr Swiff-t. I love how it sounds and feels in my mouth when I say it. It sounds so matter of fact, yet so comfortable.
I love her!