Habwe
A HABW is like a dream come true, but with more ass and less snoring. She’s got everything: smart, hot, caring, and she can dance like she’s been doing it since the dawn of time. You’ll be obsessed, and there’s no cure.
She’s like a full-course meal with dessert on the side. I can’t stop eating her.
I saw her dance, and now I’m jealous of her feet. That’s not normal.
I tried to forget about her, but now I dream about her. That’s not a problem, it’s a disease.