𝒜 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓅𝓈𝑒  
𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒹  
𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒  
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓌  
𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒽𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈  
𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈  
𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈  
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓈  
𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽'𝓈
𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 
𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓉  
𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒹

Crazy to think we are here now,
Rarely acknowledging each other.
After the way we connected,
I should have known better.
Giving you my body,
Didn't make you value me.
Who would have thought
Healing from you, would make me love me.
I still don't regret you,
The time we spent was everything.
Evenings spent texting, days on the phone,
Have my thoughts running rampant.
Ever since you ended us,
All my feelings are crushed. But I'll always want to know,
Did you want to end us? Or did history make you do so?

-All Night Long

No chick can ride my stick like Paige Swiss,

Ah! My gorgeous Paige, you are my bliss!

Love will never invite
A
Sweetheart
Into
My life.

My place in her eyes,
Is to watch her
At
Work, on the sidelines.

Therfore,
For a
Decent price,
I pay to have
A
Good time,
Under the covers
In
The night.

-You decide

Hard and rough or gentle and slow?


Whatever you want, Im ready, lets go.

You're trying to see
what it is she makes of thee
Flesh always burning
Bones always shaking
Head's always turning
to see many eyes waking

This bee hive heart is beating
dripping with golden excitement
watch wings stripping, flight of perceiving
she's reckless with incitement
Brain's buzzing
from all the lusting

What have you done
Lord of crimson?
Where do you want her to put all these dreams?
She's near, her slender feet walk on
Her newly sharpened tongue knows of no fears

Neither young nor old
either shy or bold
of this golden crowned goddess you shall behold
in your dreams she eats you whole,
that's what's been told