She's got pretty feets

Filipina poor girl with very tastey feets
Dark brown from Sun beach sands
Ban do solie for the San Tropez tan
Creamy coconut oil lotion to rub on her tastey treats

Tropical girl now she's in heat
Her juices are flowing down her brown tan legs
Her thighs are glowing in the dark night moon age

Then I awake she was only a dream
Now I realize I am alone old man wanting
My young day

Time did me in stole my every thing
Dreaming of girls as they point and laugh at me
I once was young now I'm old crash test  dummy
Mis understood just get drunk and pass out
I wish I had girl to slap me about

Mmnm I love tropical girl

**** **** and bikini **** butter cup
Lovely charms to behold
Lick her feet slurp on her toes
Female girls with bikini pose
Why is it she must where clothes?
Animals no wear clothes cause they have fur ?

Naked girl in High heels has a mink stole
Mmmm ravishing yummy
I'm old now and gone crazy....
I know where to get ***
Where the creepy freak can't go
The Philippines is the place no dopes allowed

I hate drugs thugs thieves ruin our fun in the sun
He go to jail while I juice up his girl

Sorry Charlie

I kissed sweaty, slightly hair-touched lips
And they felt right.
So when I kissed honey-lemon lips
And found that they felt better,
You can imagine my surprise.

Keep talking girl that's what I need right now
Give me that constant conversation
This ain't even about you, this is my ego *******
Everybody smokin' my green, not a second thought
They ain't know I laced it
Get your faces lazy, you love it, you say it's tastey, but you can't taste it
Yeah, nobody's catching me erasing faces
Black or white, it's all the same when we're talking bout races, but nobody's up for chillin'
Everybody calls me a musician but I'm just a villian
Let's be honest, I haven't been killin, but I'm sellin
Got all my stacks on debit
***** I'm the credit, and I take it all
I'm ******* Cinderalla, didn't even have to take her to the ball, she went alone
The only things said was gag
Yeah everything's flipped now, ******* be fetching my bone

Bouncing hoes with my bose
****** nose, ****** nose
Where's Dusty White
Never said what I do is right
But nothings really right or wrong
Got too many ideas, but first where's my light
There's her *****, now it's outta sight

Sorry I get a little distracted
Give me that loop, now where's my follow up
Play hoops like Lebron, in the hood errybody's like Sup?
But I can't stand it, wish I wasn't this way
Probably be better if I just shut up
My pick up lines are stupid, cause I don't use em
I just pick her up, and then we **** and I leave
I'd be ******* surprised if anything I said she believed
But when I was kid my dad was always like do s'em
Don't have to try, but I'm stuck, just want a normal life, but I'm just getting higher
Keep my nose out, see if I can't find another buyer

Deep inside holds over me
A powerful emotion
A strong amorous feeling
A ****** desire
I want I crave I need
Sensual serentity
Our ****** appetite
we feed
exciting he arouses me
Hot steamy tension
Gratification be
****** and always pleasing
Tastey spicy flavours
arising is dependency
Your body combined with mine
Our dangerously delicious treat

I like oats

I wish my emotions were more like oats
Adding the right ingredients and subtle notes

Sweetened feelings tasting of fruits lunching
Rage has my feelings crunching,
relieve stress by munching

Tastey oats,
feelings show,
more oats to grow!

4/7/14

Lazily shifting through the internet on a moon milk rain day. I come across a video that relentlessly grips my attention. A man in front of a webcam holding an ice cream dream drum stick and a pocket acetylene torch. Througout the rest of this sequence the man I am watching stares into the camera without blinking, smiling, breathing, or speaking. He ignites the torch in his left hand and uses it to light the tip of the dreamy ice cream. The ice cream remains lit as a cigar. Remaining steadfast in his ridgid posture, he passes the lit cone to his dog. His dog is a female chocolate lab named Gurny of Galil-Bruce-Lee. She holds it in her mouth, but refuses to inhale. Although she does not desire to smoke this treat, she is extremely appreciative of her partner's gesture. After savouring the smokey tastey of the cone for a few minutes. She ashes it out what I think is my knee cap because it is now missing, but to me that matters least. I must see what happens. Doctors can't help me anyway. Gurny reaches into her apparently existant pockets and pulls out the cutest pair of reading glasses for dogs. She slowly approaches a desk to the right of her owner. Quickly sitting down and pulling out paper work and pens. A subtitled bark emits from her mouth that reads "Cray, where is your W-2?" The man doesn't break form. With a long sigh, Gurny shifts through the desk until she finds the paper. After flicking on an old radio, she proceeds to do his taxes, but not using an EZ form. Gurny turns to the camera and mentions that this is how a dog should thank their owner. Gurny does all the math, paper work, and double checks her math before pulling out her check book and paying what he owes to the government. My vision is fading, I'm losing too much blood. I have to hold out. This man must break before me. I will defeat him. I will have Gurny's love. But in all truth, I have nothing. Not even knees for you to make weak. I am what I have and always been. Darkness encroaching in my sight. Give in. He can't see, nor can the rest of world. I tell you what, it really isn't as cold as you think it will be.

A legendary ambassador is what I'm becoming
A diplomatic ******* with presidential cunnings
A supreme court ruler a one man congress
All these dictating ******* I'm ready to abolish
Demolish reputations with they own legislations
If you come to my court then We'll go thru litigations
We can battle we can trial but you'll never plead a case
Your life is like a file it can always be erased
Executive privileges will help me keep it on the low
Judicial administrations will never even know
Your local law enforcement will never get a call
Like the C.I.A ima Cover.It.All
Civilians in the streets they will never hear a sound
No click no bang your body won't hit the ground
I'm a criminal I know this n it ain't what friends do
All the **** that I'm becoming is what you turning me into....

The outcome is critical like a rampage, delirium.
"He's heartless, a nightmare, demonologist, we fearin him!"
Their confession I loved it I'll admit it I said it.
Those 8 words they said I swear I'll never forget them
This ain't anotha rap this is more of an oration
My first declaration to my own inauguration
My placement in office I'm the super attendant
You can be a senator but I be the senate.
Like a kings lil jester you ain't nothin but my fool
You amuse me you funny so keep me amused
You changed me I'm better colder than the weather
Will I ever change back? Hell na never!
It's over you know this your actions are what made me
You cant stand this I know it you love me n you hate me.
I'm vicious delicious like mmm man I'm tastey
It ain't my ****** fault that you hate me cuz you ain't me

You may already know
She is where...

The sky is most beautiful
Air is crisp and cleanest
Images at their most colorful
Vision most clear

Smells are at their richest
Foods most tastey
Water is most pure
Ice at its freshest

Sounds are most in tune
Music most syncronized
Art of body and nature most devine
Paint and brush land truest
In less time

Stars most numerous
Sun warmest
Moon fullest
Spirit shines brightest
Deities most heard

Only her words for you
are untrue

And that's where you are

"All I need are some tastey waves, cool buzz and I'm fine..."

Passionate Bibingka


1 stick butter 

Warm to the touch, velvety smooth as your lips 

1 box mochiko 

Perfectly packaged, a mysterious confection, like your kiss 

2 cups sugar 

My old favorite, your taste - guaranteed to bring a sweet smile to my face 

3 cups milk 

Silky smooth and rich, reminiscent of your alabaster, supple, yet yielding skin 

1 tsp vanilla 

A taste and essence, a hint of passion, like you, driving me crazy with desire and yearning 

3 eggs 

The last ingredient that binds our love. Simple, filling, and of itself, whole, complete 

Bake in a pan lined with banana leaves for 45 minutes at 350. Let rest and enjoy, or enjoy, then, let's rest.

Hold in heated passion until golden brown and glistening with moisture. Toasty and tastey - our pleasure sated 





An Awakening © 2019  Roberto Carlos

Huh our mistress has left us again she must have went to work.. after she tethered us at Grandad’s gate and driven off in beserk.. but what’s that on old Pops face.. he’s smiling with a smirk..Wowee nice one Grandpa as he hands us a doggy ****

Ooh I love those tastey treats that he gives us every day.. he really is most generous as the pair of us do play..until we hear our leads rattle and of course we are on our way.. walkies with old Grandpapa down the dene’ and along the bray

“Darcey is my sister and the two of us are chums.. she is following the farmyard ducks devouring their crumbs..as Mother duck is quacking at her with such harrasing hums and her fourteen doddery ducklings keep close to their mums

Our mistresses Mother doesn’t like us in the house.. tho we wouldn’t bark..we’d be as quiet as a mouse.. but she loves to see us just like her old spouse.. Eeeh it’s a dog’s life though we really shouldn’t grouse...