Your A T1000 Ha
You inject insulin Ha
Every time you eat Ha
Mom BF sent you to county Ha
You want to dragger yourself Ha
In the belly at the beach Ha
Spot pick out near the rocks HA
Die by my own hand
An honor Ha!

Like flowers to the bees, sweet honey between those knees.
Raw ******* it from the back as she screams
You’re hitting my spot
She came on my ****
**** her nectar off my ****
Now *******, floor to feet
wet wild ***** sliding with obsession
******* with aggression
She declares
I love your ****
Licks her hand
Grabs my *****
Now her personal possession.
Her next command, I don’t question
In deep thought as she gave me *******.
She was a baddie, so I scolded her taught her a lesson, busted in her mouth end of session.

A person with powers like mine never dies.
Ambiguous and open to interpretation, colorful and vibrant.
People are insecure, and their identities are in flux.
My poise and attitude increases the fear.
Never obsessed with the obsessive quality of peoples interest.
The ultimate social evil is boredom, which I AM not
Influence of people sense of self in this manner is insidious and profound.
With the gift to turn the base matters of words into gold.
Similar to the gift of the Philosopher’s Stone.