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Aint no mileage on my Gage, so forget my age. I do what I do because I want to, you cant play me,so don't play wit me. If I give you a inch don't try to take a mile. Our romance is May-December, I have forgotten more than you could ever remember. With my knowledge/and your prowess we can make a good team,if your willing to learn some things. First, with my knowledge you can never compete under the sheets. My universe is still in tact moist and damp. So this is how we shall begin, I am taking you back to BOOT CAMP!
Remember a man gives out and a woman takes in, The secrets in becoming a virgin again. Start with a little teasing,never abuse in the guise of pleasing. If you do you will have to get up off me. Only in time can you have your way with me ; And never will you be allowed to wreck me,your job is to love and protect me. Open your mind to understand my body, find out what I like and do not subject me, to your immature philosophy, trying to damage me. You do not own this,its on loan this... I control this.. cause it's mine. You are 30 and I am 60 . No knees to chin, even back then when I was 20. No gymnastics or contortions while I am under you: Use your tool correctly that's all you will need to do, so you get your grind on, and I'll handle mine. You've been playing cowboy,riding on some ponies ,but you bout to mount A thorough bred filly,and if you dig your heels in to hard I will buck you off BUCK BUCK,bye. You'll be sitting on the ground, looking real silly, really you got to know how to ride this filly. Buck Buck,now while you sitting on the ground, looking all around you look really silly, Climb back on come back inside the saddle, get your trot on , now move into gallop. Do not race, until I tell you to. If you feel something tight that would be the clamp,clamping down on that meat. My muscle reflex is strong , my knowledge is superior, the games that work on the youth to my standards are inferior, So while you busy trying to show me what you know, I see your inexperience, These silly gooses you been doing have had bad experiences, they got more mileage on that pee hole than a cross country race driver: Then here come simple Simone wanna be there personal tuna diver. So you see when you move on.. your dirty dick moves with ya. That's why I am trying to save your life I am really trying to school ya. Teaching you will be my job before some body fools ya. That's why These young ones been running on empty,trying to give away that little raggedy coochie, She didn't use plastic when they gave it to Poochie. See I wont let your ignorance turn my womb into a tomb,That's why I am old with my stuff in tact, its warm its damp. Cant let no brite beginner soil me...so for my protection I gotta send you to back to BOOT CAMP. My pleasure place is precious,it could never done ,It's a womb not a tomb and still sweet and sexy. Splish splash you ain't taking no bath.{ in gibberish }and this vagina ain't no pool,so don't dive in like a fool. check that thang out , before you back that thang up. buck buck . Take time with it,smell it before you lick it,girls if he moving to fast,buck buck,get him off you ,This is what I learned from the old prostitutes , they could work all night and sleep all day, and never get sick or stretched out of shape. Men and women alike need to know, the secrets of the Old hoe's..Old prostitutes, most die rich, with their pom pom tight ,because they treated that money maker right. From I was young I learned from them,The old prostitutes had knowledge astute,and still died cute. They hold the secrets to preserving that pussy They know the herbs to use ,to make it smell right and keep it tight. So..call me a re-virgin,a solid institution, no merging. Those young dumb ones who you want to do, before you do ,them teach um a thang or two, teach um about herbs, hot sit baths and herbal duchess .Men tell these girls " Do not let anyone damage you",pushing your knees all up in eyes, using your body like a booby prize, then they go tell the boyz an laff." Man I was all up in that Azz." So you see before you get with me you must be re -educated, cause what I allow you to do,will affect the next one too.So teach these girls about purging .... And never let anyone stick it , before you check it Never let anyone do you who don't uphold the check test,who don't respect the virgin, who don't want to get the message, The art of sex is handed down from on the job knowledge. This is an Art you cannot learn in College. Get with the Goddesses of old. use your crystal,learn so you can teach...The art of pussy preserving,become a technician -of this you are deserving.So you can teach the young ones who not to go behind,to stop slinging around their behinds; Let them realize if the keep slinging, that Pom, Pom gonna be stinging, because a young boy who done hit it and quit it,was on the down low, then he decided to switch back to the pee hole. So you do her and she and you both now have the booty hole blues. I gotta snapping turtle name myrtle and she's still biting because I grab the head, skin it back and do the duck butter test. No test ,no sex, don't care if your vexed. How can I enjoy it if I gotta worry bout my health.So take my class and become a technician then teach the course,on pom pom saving.I will give you a certificate/or a diploma/If you want to be sexually free, you have to know more than humping. you gotta know more than grinding and bumping. First you need to know the know the NAME of this game, the players done changed and the rules ain't the same.Here is the score.. 2 out of four."You see me (REPEAtX3)me no easy, I am the sexual healer,the philosophy dropper. if you play with pussy you will get burned. back to me and you now, you wann do me before your lesson is learned, You wanna fuck me but you just got fucked, Buck buck...you out a luck, you didn't take the course but you wanna drive my Porsche' You can protect our love ,better if you treat this puzzy right.We can live peaceful without ever a fight.Its clean moist and damp,without the antics, gonna drop this knowledge before dropping my panties.In the mean time ..I am sending you back to boot camp. ad lib,... u aint ready fa dis...see wat I am saying .u better quit playing ..be careful. cause as soon as you ready, I might break you off something.
_Making you wait for my thing,my stuff,was hard on me. This is my first time and mama said allow him to build up his desires. I Flaunted my lace and my red satin gown. I could feel my heart pound. The throbbing and pulsating going on downtown,was uncontrollable. I rubbed my feet together,trying hard not to rush in,as grandma said only the foolish do. Treading lightly,while trying to remember all the clues. Anticipation turns into a burning desire and as I stand in Black lace,my red satin gown is dropping to the ground. My entrance was grand. I let him do the rest as he finishes getting me undressed, he seizes this moment as my caramel treat oozes through my peek-a-boo lace. I was now imprinted in his mind like indelible ink ; Concerning ourselves with no other thing but the excursion of ecstasy on which we were about to embark. He removes my black lace leaving me full exposed. Forgetting that mama said "always leave something to the imagination" Fully exposed I hoped I did not mess up!There was nothing left to be imagined now, except how it would feel with Him inside me. Smooth, silky, soft... and vulnerable I stood there naked,raw,in the buff. About to give him my thing my stuff.I felt chilly, giggly and silly, His eyes consumed me, it was then that he moved in with those kisses ,each one warmed me. His lips danced all over my body. This was the thrill of letting him catch me,Grandma said" let um catch you,never let him think you caught him" His shoulders were wide,and strong ,he leaned in to handle me,though he was gentle,his grip was stern. His eager arms bulged of strength; His body excited me;Once he put his key in my keyhole,It opened me up to another world: A world I never knew was inside of me, I finally gave him that thing. He then went on to please me,and Oh how he did please me. It was Unspeakable ; Use your imagination.. A poet enchanted stands naked and in love,for the first time...With a lover doing all it takes to make her happy. I sub-come, surrender ...and I whisper a poem in his ear ..You have deflowered me my king,you have unlocked my jewels,I will always be yours...No one else will ever Unlace my Black lace.
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Standing in the archways of my love. Do not be afraid to encounter my elder-hood. Unless you have ulterior motives , you will let go. Truth will interfere with your earthly plans,if you don't ignore it!Stand in my corridors,walk in my hallways and reminisce. I have taken your fears and misconceptions unto myself ,causing me to appear restless and eager . knock loudly so I may you present you with my presentation as a present from my world. Partake of what I have laid out before you and enter without caution. Vibrate, Vibrate to a new dimensions and let us love you! Be purified in letting go, be enlightened, release ignorance back unto it's rightful owner and become wise again. Become a flexible ball of iridescent energy and enjoy brilliance and wise words; For you,my Door is open. Before you cross my Threshold leave all of the blockers behind, become willing to abandon the undesirable notions of expectations; As I will not clash with your past wrecks. I will lift you up as you enter my domain, my spiritual door is open; So come in and feel the love. My invitation is standing, conscious insight is in abundance; Search yourself and find your light. Know yourself divinely, let intuition be your guide. Dwell in peaceful surroundings never again to go astray; Even in dark places,you shall find your way.
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He stands before us to deliver a poem,a prose,a verse a rhyme or message. His manner quite manifesting,and his confidence puts the crowd at ease. Soon and so soon, to soon- we loath him. There is to much cluster on his grandiloquent vine, of strung together words without substance.Tho the use of an,apophasis gives poetic license to insult, we loathe him instantly.The silver-tongued orator's brilliance, soon becomes wearisome,while the mute articulate points of his eccentric ramblings leads us to dead ends, unfulfilled and burdened. We now loath him. The loathsome Bard goes on to rant about,degrading and dissolute issues of life which we know the Bard has not concern. His bombast deliver to some appears eloquent,grand-stand language of quite grand- eloquent vagaries, leading us nowhere. As we listen to the FANFARONADE of his charades,we loathe him. Tho quite colorful and pompous, he leave us in shambles, brains all scrambled ...and we loathe him. The once brilliant verse tho well rehearsed is wearisome. The Bard went not in hard we think "next poet please." We all were relieved as he finally did leave, because he looked better going than coming; With our intellect he was toying, tho the Bard was not hard ....most certainly,he was annoying.
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W A I T I N G. ************************ Seems as if I have waited In line or on hold on the phone Where blatant disrespect is shown No longer fast service to show courteous appreciation Just wait, wait, wait Without consideration Take a number Life is what this is Waiting for something Or anything Or nothing Waiting for the other shoe to drop Waiting to see Waiting to hear No longer is waiting a past time Waiting is all the time Take a number Do not have a seat Just wait Stress high I no longer know what I am waiting for In this waiting game When I get to the front of the line The well has run dry Or there’s a sign on the desk Saying OUT to Lunch My life is a take a number life I have no reason to wait anymore There is no wait left in me The other shoe has fallen The line is much too long Time is up, the building closed And now my time has come I get on the line to talk with God He asked me what I did while here I waited, I exclaimed I waited I waited to be born I waited in line to die But most of all I waited... On Christmas every year Hello we are transferring your call .... Hello, someone will be with you shortly All of our representatives are busy helping other customers Your wait time should be approximately twenty minutes Hello, God Can you hear me? I waited.. I was next hello; Buzzzzzz..
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THANKS GIVING Walking backward Ill prepared I face things head on, but not the bitter wind. I turn my back as I face my goodbyes , walking away I wave to my old problems: With a snarling bite,the cold wind leaves me pierced and belittle. Walking backwards I dare not face whats in store for me. Until this wind subsides and treats me fairly, I will walk backwards slowly less I stumble. After my bones are chilled to the core. I reach my abode, devastated and delighted, the fireplace lit and flickering. Still afraid I wonder "what if" and I blame God,discounting the rescues; Then with every melting bone and every thawing toe, I thank him/her, then realizing how awesome man is and how far we have come. Annoyed I say begrudgingly "Thank you God " for this fire,and for bringing us out of the cold wilderness. I say this hoping not to entertain the "What If's" again. Forces, forcing me to open my eyes and realize that at any moment I could walk backwards again, backward in the cold with nowhere to run, without relief; I can't think of anything worse. So how can I or anyone come out of the cold ,and sit by the fire, while the frost filled Ohio wind rolls off the Erie lake. Passing desperate people I want to collect them to come and sit by the fire with me. I must love my neighbor,and share the warmth,the fire ,the food,my home. In the old days we could, I cant live like this,,,,sitting a by the fire alone, I think to my self "What If".
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I blow my Saxophone strictly for the pleasure...Its my gift from God one of my many Treasures. Took care of all eight of my children; Some have college degrees.....I take things like they come,never hard to please. Took care of my dear ole dad tho he neglected me. Used to steal moonshine,to help my ole granny. Long ago I did that stuff, myself still a boy. No small stuff do I sweat ,No strangers have I met. Work hard,hard play,moving obstacles out of my way.I love my wife, I love my life "Hey what did you dream last night! God I love my music:My music I love by God! Seventy years old I am,still working in the mines. "Hey what did you dream last night" When he hits the number he's doing what God ask...doing what God loves,sharing and caring; Blow David ...Blow Your Horn,against all odds,against all adversaries. What a good brother! Hey that's my husband! Hey that's my dad!..Hey that's my uncle Dave,loving his own and others. Passion is his saxophone. He said to write a poem,especially for him..I call him uncle Dave, you see,but he's really a GOOD FRIEND! End poem Dave ask me to write this Poem ..he's amazing! And he is still working in the salt mines,playing his saxophone,playing numbers,and house painting on the side..And asking what you dreamed.
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Pince- Nez....I asked ,whats that? Eyeglasses ,he proposed..For your nose. They have no handles. For a lads,I asked? Or for lasses? He answered. No!..They are just glasses for lads or lasses. Only thing they have no Stems, matters not, a her or a him.!
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Unholy, ungodly...deeds,to numerous to mention. What the church.? Yes the church.! Tattered bibles on the floor. New corporations in cahoots. Selling maps to hells door!
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MEAT-steroid cows with mucus. CHICKEN-lame,frightened,grown in six weeks without beaks. SEAFOOD-tainted and contaminated. FOOD-sprayed,pesticides.genetically engineered seeds. AIR-polluted,chem-trails.plenty of carbon monoxide. WATER-poison algae,oil spiills WALKING-breathing is dangerous,no oxygen,no trees. TALKING-Speaking out can get you killed. MILK-Full of pus from over stimulated titties. RELIGION- separates and creates fanatics. POLITICS- fasted way to die. Like Martin ,Malcolm and JFK ....It gets worse If you join; So pick your poison. Or not! STANDING- in buildings is life threatening too.Innocent lives of every hue. Every religion and every race. Who's responsible for this early entrance into heaven or paradise? Follow the money on that day...Who got paid for nine eleven? And if you lived past that day, You still have to choose your poison... So ..PICK YOUR POISON...Or not!
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