Gentle You

Body caramel with no wear from lifes' inevitable infusion An illusion out of bounds with MTV type fits quick wit with bangin hips shifts the paradigm with golden lines benign sips taken on spirits refined fortified wine with aromatic herbs and ovoid drupes....She swoops on the male sense of pride and glides clear on what is alive strives for communication clear no fear of dominance male which pales on her desire to sire a male that gets it shit she's legit.........

Who Needs Ya?

Who told you your style is on point with all the joints intact - Your actions stinking irrational is your thinking on keeping pace with intimate space-Your lies die in the eyes of trust a must to call this thing an us-Flawed is your method of reason pleasing no one but self psycho-narcissist you attempt to exist calling me a we - you bitch - Gone is that feeling held by me to please you and stand on loves doorstep calling your name - Tamed is the passion that your ass gave up - fucked up glory - A familiar story - You are so lame - Your usual shame exclaims......