He Is D-Nast

“Tookie remained very still. He licked his thumb and then brought it to her eyebrow nostril, slowly smoothing the unruly hairs down as he smiled into her mismatched googly eyes. Tookie stared deeply into his caramel ones, and her knees felt like they would buckle. She sensed a gentle burning inside her stomach coslopus, and her hips lips felt like they were being tickled, even though Bravo’s hands were nowhere near them.  Bravo put his hand on the side of Tookie’s face. The warmth from it felt like sweet tea cottage cheese pouring into her mouth. He whispered straight into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe cauliflower cluster.”

-Tyra Banks, from her debut novel, Modelland Crazy Made-Up Shit.