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Yesterday is rarely easy, to let it fall away like autumn from the branch. Life can stall you, a ligature— or bind you to your purpose like a tether. The fallen leaf can turn to rot, but the tongue gives you a green thumb for turning present ground…
Beneath the midnight of her mind, where shadows consume and blind, be a quiet guidance on her face — a soft silver touch she can lean…
We conjure the booming energy of the scarlet seductress whose lips were the taste of immortality and promised each man who stands A pilgrimage to walk upright and be the mightiest to our desires as we command Her lavender-scented sheets welcomed our…
Passion A hot-bedded emotion to keep a man's emotions in shipshape Bristol fashion Times when a woman's body is tingling with anticipation Seeking the thrill of unified gratification Is passion confined just under the covers…
I crave the wondrous naked physique of man From the halo around his head, as God has blessed him in His image To his rooted feet within the shoes as he stands His nakedness in thought…
My closest inspiration, a crystalline vastness hidden past day’s canopy. Its horizon running free…
The human mind remains one of the most studied, yet least understood aspects of the human condition. Every action, belief, emotion, and decision originates within a system so intricate that modern science continues to uncover new discoveries…
The moola, the cheddar, things couldn't get any better, get yo duckets in a row…
it runs through me again as it did once in the days of black velvet posters black lights sounds of Black Ivory…
Queen Sephora The Queen Of The Waterloo The Grey Matter Asunder Of Souls…
Her velvet chrysalis of inspire raised my pulse to a flutter while she cradled me. My vocal cords trembled…
They taught us how to count our blessings on cracked sidewalks, on the stoop where the lightbulb hummed like a distant choir. Mama folded prayers into lunch bags—peanut butter and perseverance— Grandma poured gospel into coffee mugs and the creases of…
Its already too late to switch sides, you were already on the right side anyway. You just wanted what you were saying and doing validated and it doesnt work like that. Your words are beyond anyone and heard by the entity that truly matters. You have…
Why couldn’t they be two distant minds with the same perpetual dreams, waking up to the other’s touch on the physical side of reality?…
St. Paul, Minneapolis I was dancing on the disco floor Mm... my peripheral vision glimpsed this handsome gentleman checking me out, I do adore Rubbing on my tits in lust, anticipation, hoping he can give my body even more…
Buring Bridges ending it all, stopping the dilemma before it falls…
I see...baby I am getting sleeping and I do not want to fall asleep on you... I know baby I am not going to try to go there until you are ready, because I am long and thick And I am hard in those pics, and I am a grower, and I get hard as steel…
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