I'm not exactly sure what my sponge bath fantasies about Miranda Kerr have to do with her in pink pants and a white tee heading into another day of fashion show duty in Sydney this morning, I just know I can't stop thinking about her.
I think it has something to do with millions and millions of years of procreative evolution that have led us to this place, the place where you just want to lay down plastic sheets and get busy with Miranda populating the planet until such time as we really do need that interstellar ship to go look for more space on another spinning orb. Just pure, unadulterated (though definitely adultery) lust. Plain and simple. Enjoy.