Two Will Twist

I met a girl the other day. Brunette of hair, soft olive skin, straight Roman nose, coal-fire eyes, saliva lips, majestic boobs, go-easy hips, baby-ass thighs, threadbarest jeans, percheron ass. She greeted me what lovely smile, of glistening teeth, though there was something quite amiss. One half of her high cheekbone cheek was bulging out as if it hid a fugitive or trojan horse it was so strange! But soon I found that when she talked fate did permit a glimpse. She had a second one in there two tongues can't live together.