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He is my chiseled kissable slicker
My tender, inventive enchanter
My five-star flourishing dream guy
The brightest finest diamond
That enlivens and mesmerizes me

He commands me with his hairy fiery entirety
Saturates every inch of me
With his sexually stimulating shiningness
I succumb to the crunkness
Of his monster pumped-up thunder

I crave his memorable venerable handsomeness
Dream about his clean-cut confident charm
His active dashing attraction
He tames and inflames me
Speaks my name, drives me insane

Entices me with his insurmountable slang
I mantasize about his bright biteable buns
Drunk on them, lusting after them
Hungering to press my fresh lustrous lips on them
Discover his inner world
Of maximum masterful magneticness

Enter his ardent idyllic forest of dreams
Devour the hotness and softness of him
Stroke his thick milk stick
Play with his massive lickable *******
******* him, engross him

Let him ram my mouth
Astound my jaws, make incredible epic
And pleasurable love to my tongue
Make me want him more
Explore his peerless universe of muscularity

Bob on his **** rod, slob on it from side to side
Show him the fierce hungry beast within me
I can’t resist his top-shelf aggressive heat
I love the feel of his thickness in my mouth
How he flexes his heavenly shredded physique

Make me hella weak, so deep into his delicious, addictive sweets
My smoking hot trophy, my glowing
And imposing Romeo that controls my homoness
He is in a class of his own
Flaming high-grade enegagingness

And as he pumps my mouth
I check out his powerful, towering design
Noticing how close he is to a bold explosive crescendo
I **** harder and faster, cherish every moment
Let him hijack and smash my throat
As he busts his thick creamy load all over me
Flipping through a dusty book,
There,
I re-discovered a lost photo
Making my hands shake,
My face looked very fake.
The photo captured a moment in time,
Of a life that was once so sublime
I yearned to escape
To that magical place,
Where my worries would vanish,
And my problems would erase.
But reality brought me back
To a world that was so full of lack.
Where the beauty of life only reflected in the past
But to overcome, I have to hide
This photo very fast.
The photo spoke to me,
That's you!
In a time you were carefree.,
When the world was your playground
Full of joy, laughter all around.
I sighed
It was an old book,but it still held life.
A story with no end, no sorrow, no strife
From the past I could look ahead.
Unpacking in my mind the memories
I have bled.
I found hope and took control.
My faith was restored, my heart made whole
The photo of that old book
Had written my own new look.
It was two weeks ago, when I was arranging my book shelves, there something weird happened to me. A photo of the past came to change my mind.
I've worn this mask for far too long
Pretending always that nothing's wrong
I always had to be the one to be strong always seeking Somewhere I Belong

The mask sinks it's Talons into my skin
I don't know where I end and The Mask begins
It seems now to be wearing thin
I thought it protected me- but it is my sin

It's the lie that I show to the world
The lie I've worn since I was a little girl
I was trained to hide all my pain
I was constrained to pretend I'm sane

I became the mirror to all who peered in
I withdrew to the iron and porcelain cage Within
Pretending always in this unending ruse
Hiding every tear and every bruise

Pretending I wasn't abused
Leaving my conscience more confused

I faked it so long I lost who I am
Condemning myself - feeling ******
No one needs to see my strife
So I've stayed hidden away all my life

Always in fear of what the world would do
If they found out my truth - if they knew
So I sublimated myself as I grew
Speaking my truth to only a few

Most often when I finally shared
My fear was realized - they abhorred me - or didn't care
Now it seems I can no longer hide
Because I can feel myself slowly dying inside

What will I do when my mask shatters
What will you do - I guess that's what matters
Will you also cast me away
Or will you still choose to stay
Who will remember us,
or is it not infinitely
more important that
we come to know our
real selves? Statues,
whether marble or steel,
will whither away in time
or be pulled down by those
who come to see misdeed
from magnanimity. In Cosmos,
only the real self is everlasting.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
step right in
where commodity and fiction
are deliberately blurred,

electrostatic dust collector,
after-shower body air-driers,
a spatially disconnected
from the world roll-on wife
complete with a dining table
that sinks into the floor;
don't tell her she's an android;
just don't.

she is captured
and ever ready,
she was a stenographer
but quite unsteady,
her mouth a spark of vowels
when her far off places
are aroused.

repeat this soothing motto — space, place, memory.

outside is scenographic sensation:
lightology. unbreathed air. porcelain skin.

she's the soft electric assurance
of a better life — the life which rests on device alone — a strong, sweet poison which infects the blood.

she is "the light of any home"...
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