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Inspiration (darkdick454)
8:31PM on February 28, 2009

I watch you stroke that long, dark and hard dick,
my pussy starts to run like a river, so clear, my body is full of life from watching you stroke
The rythm your hand makes is the sensuality in a love song
sweet yet soft,gentle but with some roughness.
Smooth to touch, i could watch you all day long, your quiet voice on replay
a soft spoken tone but yet really clear,
oh yes baby i hear you my pussy begins to flow deeper and becomes wetter with each stroke you
take.
Gripping your dreads in between my fingers, but not pulling you hair
imagining you stareing in my eyes with hope and for the future...
As the show ends, my pussy still wet as speak,i could still feel the heat that relax's on my sheets
craving your body more and more, thinking of your first show, it was clean but the thoughts were dirty...

FUCK, WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?
11:51PM on July 05, 2008


MAN! ARE YOU EVER SATISFIED? I THINK YOU LIKE BEING MAD AT ME
GLAD TO MAKE ME MADDER I SEE, HAVING TO CHOSE MY WORDS CAREFULLY.
ANYTHING TO TAKE YOUR ANGER OUT ON ME JEEESHHH LET IT GO ALREADY...

TIERD OF BEING APOLOGETIC, FEELING LOWER THEN THE DIRT... TALKING TO YOU IS A CURSE
HOW ABOUT THIS I PUSH YOUR FACE IN THE DIRT...YEAH BITCH DOES IT HURT?
YOU'VE PUSHED ME A COUPLE OF TIMES
FUCK IT I DONT CARE IF THIS RHYMES...IM PAST PUSHED, PUSHED I HAVE BEEN, I'VE SAID NOTHING:
EXCEPT SORRY AND SHUT MY MOUTH! FUCK YOU! WHO ARE YOU? TO BOW DOWN TO, TO CLOSE MY MOUTH TOO, TO SAY NOTHING BUT IM SORRY TOO..
FUCK THAT NOW I MAKE THE RULES.

PUSHED TO EDGE, THE EDGE OF PATIENCE IN WHICH I LACK
I DONT GIVE OF FUCK WHO HAS YOUR BACK...
MY MIND ENGORGED WITH APOLOGETIC THOUGHTS, APOLOGETIC I AM
BUT TO KEEP SHUTTING ME DOWN, I'LL BE DAMNED TO SAY THE LEAST
NOT ANYMORE BOO-BOO..

I WILL CALL THE SHOTS NOW, MY WORDS ARE SO PROFOUND
WELL FUCK, WHAT SHOULD I DO KEEP BOWING DOWN TO YOU
IM NOT A SLAVE, THIS ISNT THE 1800'S BOO...


I CANT TELL IF YOU ARE HAPPY WITH ME OR MAD WITH ME
WHAT AM I TO DO KEEPING ASKING YOU WHATS WRONG TO FRUSTRATE YOU AND ME BOTH
DO I LOOK LIKE A JOKE, MY HEART BEING TOYED WITH, BABY IM NOT YOUR PUPPET
BUT IF YOU WANT TO GO THERE I'LL BRING THE RUCKIS....