Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
Those eyes, seductive, alluring, disarming
They've engaged and twisted my mind
Speaking to me in that language of lust
Taunting me to uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
Lips full, moist, soft
Their tantalize and beg for mine
Say nothing and shouting loud
You know you want me, come inside
To uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
That 30 something cup
With ample bosom standing up
They stare at me and weaken me
Leaving me beguiled and wild
I lose even more of my simple mind
To uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
That waist, those hips they lie
My fingers linger down their sides
Moving hurriedly toward that prize
Anxious to uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
Oh! bottom so round
Pulsating to sound
My hand is filled, it's racing down
Massaging that flesh, momentarily mine
Soon I will uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
Thick, smooth nubian thighs
Meets my eyes, I've lost my mind
They open wide with great surprise
Revealing secrets that lay inside
Drenched with joy still I'm urged
More eager now, to uncover, discover, entwine
Damn it!
My malady
These creatures bewildering me
That sweetness uncovered
Waiting to be discovered
We're now enchanted, euphoric, entwined
My lesser head excited and grown
Anticipating a warm welcome home
Damn it!
My malady
These women who have bewildered me.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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