I'll take a double banger apple bottom booty, with a side of holy cow succulent tits with cheese fries. I'd like her cooked very sex deprived with bullets and toys to go. She should be tall in the bed but short on the floor. Wild with her tongue but calm in her throat. She should like to be spanked but hate to feel belittled. And lastly she should best be serve on a rainy night when it's thunder and lighting outside. That way not only will the sex be intense but so will the weather

The character of presentation strong yet unspoken
Defining authority without compromising ones morels
Commanding respect you ask for that which must be done
The purpose is clear and the intent is undeniable

The air in the room thickens as you enter
Heads turn and eyes fixate on your whereabouts
Murmurs are heard as distant whispers echo across the corridor

The ability to glow at any time
Shine in any environment
Become a superstar without being famous and still maintain a humble perspective on life

The smile that seems to cascade over and around the negative permeates throughout the room, encompassing all who witness the event.
The scent of assertiveness lingers in the air as the emotions of sexual attraction bubble under the skin.
It’s definitely something that leaves people wanting
The direct influence of one’s overwhelming energetic persona which captivates the audience makes one more then just cool; it makes them magical, mystical, and awe inspiring.
It gives them presence.

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What if the words we use to speak where just not words at all.
The sounds of laughing, crying, and screaming just thoughts we used to call.

What if the our world we think is big is actually like a speck.
Would Horton then hear our Who's unite to ask or interject.

What if a poem could save a life or kill one just the same.
Would the government then create a virus and charge us with the blame

What if the car you drove could fly without the use of gas?
Would we all be still living in the life lanes by flying the seat of our pants.

What if I said that if I were a man I'd be a whore?
What if I said that if I were a chick then I'd want more?

Now if the question asked was answered if the truth was set free?
Would you ask it again to 2 make sure you heard it correctly

Lets say that if things were perfect, and perfect is all we needed.
If life and love, and laughter help to enrich our lives believe it.

If you judge but only point would your fingers know democracy?
Each one teach one by experience if the you choose to live by that policy.

You start with WHO, but if you know , then next will come the WHAT.
But if you know the what then WHERE should be the question.
WHEN reach that stage if your not enraged you might just ask yourself WHY. But the truth remains when you ponder if your know HOW to survive the what ifs?

On borrowed time

Perhaps it’s just a trick, or an illusion.
The sense of urgency seems to be fading.
I must be daydreaming of a fantasy that clouds my minds eye.

It feels to natural 4 it to be a mystery yet still it remains one.
Covered by a cloak of fascination and excitement it touches reality
Just long enough to capture the radiant glow of adrenaline.

I’m caught in a trance of longevity that will only last for a short period of time.
The mirror tells me that I’m the path of no return.
Yet the driver of the cab tells me to ROCK on!!!

I must be dreaming
I must be imagining
I must be caught between worlds of borrowed time enjoying that which isn’t mine.

Is it truly possible to share that which is not yours to own.
Life, love, Laughter, and Living inside the words of a poem.
Time stands still when I look at the face of the angel.
But just like a rainbow it lasts for only a few moments

Flying over the river of emotions I sense that butterfly about to hatch.
The cocoon is no longer able to entrap me in this tiny casing.
My wings need to fly as do my feelings of travel.

I’ve learned through trial and error that I am only as good as I study to be.
The ocean of experience never seems to be an easy teacher
The fire of desire seems to fuel my passion for more intense borrowing.

I may be on my time always, but it’s borrowed from the true owner.

Just 1 wish, a little to late, captivates my inner youth
The life I live, the souls I touch all sing the songs of truth
On borrowed time we face the world, the universe seems so small
One day the large will be the small and all will be part of all.

When touched by 1 that understands inside, the life we wish we had
Touched by 2 with hands of joy embrace the fights you’ve had
Caressed by 3 the 4 bring 5 alive in palms that reach.
On borrowed time we take our hands, and stroll on the borrowed time beach.

Sunsets here are more then they appear when looked at with a closer eye.
It’s just imagination that takes up space when you’re caught in borrowed time.