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Tuesday, 18 April 2006
Oral Sex-An Ode To Love
Mood:  mischievious
Penis breath, a lover's dread

Is what you get when you give head

Unpleasant as it tends to be

Be grateful that he doesn't pee

It's times like this, you wonder why

You bothered reaching for his fly

But it's too late, can't be a tease

Accept the facts and get on your knees

You know you've got a job to do

So open wide and shove it through

Lick the tip then take it all

Don't drag your teeth or he might bawl

Slide up and down and use your tongue

And feel the precum start to run

So when he fucks, he's gonna cum

Just when you can't take anymore

You hear your lover's might roar

And when he hits that real high note

You feel it oozing down you throat

Salty, fishy, sticky, yucky stuff

Okay already thats enough

Lets switch you say before you gag.

And whats your revenge, your on your rag.


Posted by tx6/whatchasay at 12:27 PM EDT
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The Creation of a Pussy!
Mood:  happy
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design. First was a butcher, with smart wit, using a knife, he gave it a split. Second was a carpenter, strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole. Third was a tailor, tall and thin by using red velvet, he lined it within. Fourth was a hunter, short and stout, with a piece of fox fur, he lined it without. Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell, threw in a fish and gave it a smell. Sixth was a preacher , whose name was McGee, he touched it and blessed it and said it could pee. Last was a sailor, dirty little runt, he sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt.


Posted by tx6/whatchasay at 12:25 PM EDT
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Definition Of A Bitch....
Mood:  irritated
When I stand up for my beliefs and myself they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won't compromise whats in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to stand on me.

When I refuse to tolerate in justice and speak up against my freedom I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.

I am proud to be a bitch! It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I should be. I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined. By God, I want what I want, and there is nothing wrong with that.

So try to stomp on me, try to put out my inner flame, and try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.


Posted by tx6/whatchasay at 12:23 PM EDT
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A Strong Women
Mood:  not sure
If a woman feels like a lady and is able to celebrate herself, she will attract into her life people who reflect her own opinion of herself. There are moments when even the strongest woman can appreciate the reinforcement of a man who is comfortable with who he is and who can be an anchor in the storms of life. He will be the arm hand touching the small of her back, giving her the stability to go forward. He will give her the feeling of uncompromising love as she faces the various stages and ages of life. He gives her body release, her mind a melody, and her spirit a gust of wind that makes her able to soar. When the lady has a lover, her eyes sparkle, and her smile is bright and her voice is calm and passimate.

With her lover at her side, her heart is peaceful, for she feels secure and can close her eyes and rest her head on his shoulder. But in the stillness of the night, when he has gone to sleep and there are pending issues on her mind, it is her Lord who works the night shift and watches over her in the dark. He is the one whom she is feelings. Her husband may understand what she says, but the Lord understands what she feels.

Posted by tx6/whatchasay at 12:23 PM EDT
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