I hope I don't get in trouble for using visual art in this piece as motivation


My hands are getting weak,

the air is drying my skin

I've been waiting barley naked

for you to open door and come on in

When will you come to recieve, cleave

and undo this package

it been on stand by, just standing high

baby its yours, I mean its all yours,

believe me all of me, you can have it

My strength is weaking,

I can't hold no more

I hear you breathing with a needing

behind my close door.

I can't hold it no more

My pulsating thunder is about to spit its fire

I don't want to waste this, don't you want to taste this

this ananconda is no longer for hire

I'm branched out and extended

poppin veins with total strain

expansions to your unwanted dwelling

will cause yellings with leftover swellings

and your body will bring the rain.

Can't hold on,

The mood is gone

we will try this again

between sunset and the crack of Dawn

Can't hold on!

Will you hold it!

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My doors are open, all you have to do is walk through them!








Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

John F Kennedy

ha thanks for bringing it my attention! someone is in dire need of a lil sumtin

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is that u with the towel not Quite wrapped around? my, my, my...nice poem. very sexy

Yeah, that just another part of me without the rest!

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My doors are open, all you have to do is walk through them!








Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

John F Kennedy

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Hold on jus a likkle bit more......soon come!!!!

only if one knows what the towels is holding in secrets

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My doors are open, all you have to do is walk through them!








Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

John F Kennedy

. . . Oh wow!