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U gat me thinking all ***** U gat my mind all flirty.. Or is it filthy..Hehhe Mehn.. U gat me saying.. Yes papi Wind on me baby The way u move ur spine is alarming U gat me blood all hot.. I'm screaming Don't let go baby Bring that body my way U knw u ain't goin no where Once I have got my way U know u wld want to stay Can't get u off my brain Thought of u flooding my viens Drooling over u... I gat to have u **** u gat me thinking ***** U make me want to be so naughty Bring ur body this way I have got plans.. That wld make u scream hey!! O my.. Naughty naughty U really gat me all hot n sweaty I ain't leaving here alone Come on..i knw u want more Yes u are my Naughty lil secret The one I cant regret The one that i hv bn looking for The one that always has me wanting more My naughty naughty..
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
My naughty naughty
**Lacking of life now I lol on my fine divan** *Laziness often lacks the power of rapture as in sofa or bedsprings* **Labour of love her for large obese lobster me** *Mermaids capture me a symphony of sea-sick rasping tongues lick our lumps* **Little old lady typing the language of love** *A real cyber date computer romance limits operational life's love* **Laughing over lines of disco **** pure ******* *Lewd obscene language grasping lemon or lime highs to count Hollywood star shootings* **A full length of life the longing off, lay proceeds** *Lady of the Lake lunging our lisps sound depths we are - breathing harmony* **The land of Lincoln legion of Lucifer's Lord** *landscaping of lawns, losing our liberty's law, leaving on lights, blinding* **Lots of Laughs or 'lol' populist abbreviation** *language often less, leftovers of literate gone to libraries of late*
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC
AL THNGS GRW WTH LV JST AS BAUTY IS A FDNG FLWRSW YR WLD OTS WTH ME BBY
For my dearest ARSHI, WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY When I cried, you were there to hold , When I get heart beoken, when I as not bold, When I feel half, U make me feel laugh, Whenever there’s rough times, We were always there together To shine, When I was pretty and mad, Even when I was ugly and sad, You’re been through everytime in mercy, And that a girl I call my ARSHI. We may not sisters by birth, But yes we are sisters by heart, We have been bff from start, I know we are not siblings, But for me you are such a lovely greeting, It is really hard to say that how much I love you, you might not belive, especially since I am not with you. No matter how far we are, I still adore you, Youre my sweet princess, in all view. You are in billion just one! Like you there is none, I hope you will never change , Our friendship would nvr take rains, Arshi you are my best, Yes! All from the rest. I always wished for a friend like you, Who wld be close to my heart And it came true, when I met you. I know you’re happy there, But I really miss you. Today , on your special birthday, What I only wanna say, Thanks for being my friend, With whom I always wanna stay.. Happy birthday aagain meri jaan…..
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
happy birthday arshi
Awareness appeared like a virus cutely attached to my brain stem. I am a terrible person. I say misgivings  like u wld say thanksgiving and I speak it aloud to those gathered @ the Table // The Table touched by each person I've hurt & [yet] they are cool with me // This is the bluest I've ever been.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Self portrait
*The inner ciity school was big and noisy. I remember being scared and overwhelmed. When I saw her for the first time a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari. She floated no sound of footsteps. Her skin perfectly brown oh she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. I think she loved teaching more than life. She wld break an adult meetng to tend to a childs needs. .Saying we must reschedule I have a very important meeting with my student I must attend to. she taught us patience and respect. To listen to each other and to learn from each person we spoke with. she brought animals to the school and introduced us to new species. Everone wanted to be with her when she taught us the class was silent and every swoosh of her sari could be heard. she stood by the open window of the classroom Once and said listen can you hear it I said its just silence Miss she smiled and said no it is the most beautiful sound in the world it is the sound of learning. she would ask what new thing we had learned since last she saw us. A color a poem a book. I think I learned how to learn from her. She basked in her small successes. Later she told us of the nurses a doctor schoolteacher author and poet that had spawned from her class. Now when I visit England I always try to see her in her small retirement flat. she pours green tea that she says comes from the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me. As I recount for her all the new things I have learned in the years since I saw her last.*
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
The lady from Bombay
*The inner ciity school was big and noisy. I remember being scared and overwhelmed. When I saw her for the first time a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari. She floated no sound of footsteps. Her skin perfectly brown oh she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. I think she loved teaching more than life. She wld break an adult meetng to tend to a childs needs. .Saying we must reschedule I have a very important meeting with my student I must attend to. she taught us patience and respect. To listen to each other and to learn from each person we spoke with. she brought animals to the school and introduced us to new species. Everone wanted to be with her when she taught us the class was silent and every swoosh of her sari could be heard. she stood by the open window of the classroom Once and said listen can you hear it I said its just silence Miss she smiled and said no it is the most beautiful sound in the world it is the sound of learning. she would ask what new thing we had learned since last she saw us. A color a poem a book. I think I learned how to learn from her. She basked in her small successes. Later she told us of the nurses a doctor schoolteacher author and poet that had spawned from her class. Now when I visit England I always try to see her in her small retirement flat. she pours green tea that she says comes from the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me. As I recount for her all the new things I have learned in the years since I saw her last.*
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As i stayed up in my bed,3am in d morning,love drunk and staggering Eyes clear,brain ringing with butterflies in my belly I remembered the hurts of the past The moments i cried and my world was a waste I loved her like my soul or shld i say soul mate? We were happy together or so i thought She rained on my head,called it brain storming She was d best tin i had,den she became my worst Let me take u on a lil journey,call it going to america And pls,pretend ure enjoying the ride,no worries,no cops on d road,no speed limits By the time we wld be back,i hope ur head or atleast whats in it wld be clear And all d pain of yesterday wld mean notin as u embrace the new day Ever felt like yov've given all u av 2 give and it ain't enough? Then through the hurt and the pain u realize uve neva had notin Cos seriously a person who really wants u wants u 4 u,d flaws and scars included And if u give ur love and time and it still ain't enough Im sorry notin u eva give will be So as a free advice frm me to u,pack ur **** and flee the hell frm hell Cos really hell aint no place,its wats left after the heaven is gone So for now its cool,u dnt knw wat to do I know one day even if nt now,u gonna look at urself and know what next.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
How to love
Started with innocent lies that protected my *** from overproductive parents Now I'm a bit ridiculous lies fall out of my mouth left and right Sad part as long as I have been lying You wld think I wld be good at it by now But that's far from the truth Always caught up with my lies no matter how big or how small for some reason the truth finds its way around Wish I could stop ...wish I knew how ...what's the medicine? to cure my disease of addiction to lying You might just think...girl just stop lying...easy for you to say but you don't understand I've been lying for so long that the truth and lies all sound the same to me Habitual liar is what I am...I'm not ashamed to say I'm expressing hoping this will help me except it.move on.and change
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Diseases of a habitchual liar
th pain was a monument to itself saying 'i am u, and u r my god' i waited for it to crack into manageable pieces sat full of my own nothing until it made sense cast spells to remember to take my meds but ur abuse has a body count and my justice was lost in translation i told myself i had earned my anger and bled on anyone i cld until i found myself alone, soaked in blood tht was no longer mine but pain doesnt melt so easy it is liquid air in my lungs pressing against me until i soften arnd it it is a black eye i can no longer keep saying i got in a fight i wish i cld run parallel to it but now my head swims between realities everyone thought i wld grow out of it but instead i grew into it i can nearly taste th end like a light flickering between tired and sleepy but almost is nvr enough
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
auron
****** happy, sad, ugly, pretty Dats wat d everyday brings Till yu showed face goldie Happy and pretty d only tune dat rings Tho faced with them withered trees Fearing and hopin dey blossom again But dear goldie be setting my soul free Soul?... Yes.. Sweet yess.. Less loss more gain Even when loosing, goldie make you feel ure wining All this i knw, wld jst have a sit Clouds of thoughts, do i stay still waiting Staring and rolling in d beauty of you it. Or do i shake off dose feathers Nd embrace d real truth.. Reality. Left for Zeus to decide, lightnin and thunders. Puzzle, labyrinth, crazy tunnel.. Captivity Cant leave goldie, cant leave reality Make goldie my lover,Den pursue reality together,? Already have a lover.. Complexity, captivity Dear oceans, ur waves nd sprinkles, nw or never.... No... You are my want nt my need But wnt let go Lets draw d curtains... Diamond nd bead They need not to knw D creator he knows all.. We leave it to him But stay with me goldie.. We wld overcome this My happines, my smiles , my beauty beem Lets ride on, i Victoria, with its thorn nd kiss..
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
Crazy love