Aye Vision [ Freestyle]

Welp, It's just a Illusion, but the world is
continually spinning.
but do you mind if I squeeze a little
oil amongst this canvas?
As a poet my job is to re write or/
rephrase the impulses of
the blind agreement, and try to separate
the fidelity from infidelity..
You know the maturity over the
immaturity.. Define the characteristics
amongst every living organism.
most want to create negativity toward
the positivity; create advantage vs
the disadvantages.

yet..


you're not your job. you're not how much
money you have stacked.
you're not the car you drive. you're not
the content of your wallet,
but yet you are you're human.
A Perfectionists but not perfect..
hiding behind money don't make you perfect,
it do make you bless.. but half of you
bastards don't sit down long enough to
count your blessings or give glory to
Christ for all that he have done..

better yet,

I'm just a critical thinker, I visualize the world
I try to find the greatness of this world
instead of the deterioration of it.. I critique the
world images before it happen, on how the
world should be.. you can call it a fixation
of life.. Call it what you want to call it but
I want the vision of the whole world surrounding
the Green & the Blue holding hands amongst
one another instead of the amongst of death
beds we often see ourselves drained over.
But like I enlisted It's only a envision.

Written By: Poetry.Jones

Defining. Character

Behind Characters
I'm actually a person
Behind Screen names
I'm actually the person
Behind Words.. I'm
actually a person..

Then...

Why is it so hard for a person
to admit when they wrong, or
when they made a mistake?

or is it that people work so hard
at being PERFECT.. Damn shame,
because the dictionary doesn't
even have the actual definition..

The word perfect, probably would never
exist.. but PERFECTION will always resemble
becoming.. If you work hard at something
you will become successful.

Defining Characters; it should focus more
on morals, courage, and integrity.. But
why when you describing a character they
incorporate the aspect of Sex/Money/ or
Drugs. Hiding behind these screen names
as actual characteristic who they want to
become instead of who they are.. But
afraid to admit when they did something
wrong.

Written By: Poetry.Jones

V.Gina

This is a Viewer Discretion story
so I advise everyone that has
a little one in the room to please
escort him/she out.


Is the most sensitive part of a women
body.. It is the passage of the women
gratification of passion.. [ The Beginning]

[Types]

Comes in all shapes, all colors, & sizes..
Some are tuck inside, and some have
thee thickest lips that will come out
and approach you. Some are surrounded
by a nest of fur, and others are freshly
shaved..

[How To Play]

Gently, noticed I said
Gently.. Because if you
go in all rough.. I doubt you
get the ass.. Gently, spread
her lips apart.. When you do that
you can begin to proceed... Now
spread the top until you can find
the clit... lick that and get it wet
object of the game is to find the
capacity of her orgasm.. I forgot
to mention please make sure your
damn fingers are wet.. don't go
fingering and then cut her damn
uterus out.. now what I would
do is used her Juices..

Ready, Set, Go

Greet The inner part of
her thigh slowly.. lick it,
kiss it, come up with your
own design that you want
to share with your tongue.
tease her by coming up for
a minute and Make the
anticipation worth it.. Now
lick the crease with it connects
to the pink petals. at this
time put your whole face
down between her thighs,
and then brush your lips
amongst her lips and
watch where it take her.
she probably would be some where
on cloud 9 some where..

Kiss her, [ gently] I don't know
how many times I will say this
but it have to be cautiously..
then you can go a little harder..
but you have to listen if she want
you to go harder.. she will say it
in a soft [ FALSETTO VOICE] H.A.R.D E R.
USED YOUR TONGUE TO SEPARATE P.SSY
LIPS when she opens up, run your tongue up and down
the layers of her flesh.. [ she may bite, scratch, or moan
loud as hell] but that is a great sign.. now spread
her leg wider.. My favorite part [ Tongue fornicate her]
now this has really set her to heaven and now she want
you to be a professional & see if her clit has gotten on
hard.. Yeah it get hard, and if so lick it gently, gently, gently..
if she's not hard, then secret go back up to the top &
greet it. When she's about to erupt make sure you
form the shape of a O and put the whole thing in
your mouth and what she want you to do next
is suck her HARDER, AND HARDER.. go with her
if she move upward
make sure you go with her because if you stopped you will
get smacked the hell out of ." NIGGA DO NOT
STOP "IS THE QUOTE SHE WILL BE SAYING


so i hope a lot of y'all paid attention because
when the test comes I won't be there to
guide you through, unless you planned
on being on facebook while you doing it..
or texting me... other than that good
luck..

I Have Spoke [ Free style ]

Words that are echoed
into expression of
delivery.. I'm in
Poetic History..
Name being mention
amongst the greatest..
I speak with so much
emphasis, I take
advantage of
the intensity of
sanity; speaking
publicly amongst
the Poet Family,
but yet.. The Grammy
Family, although I can
not received a Oscar for
metrical composition..
I still want to be listed
on their Honorable Mention
for my versification.. Not
that I'm Kanye.. But I'm just
confident, and it's my talent
that's arrogant..

I mean aloof, I mean above
the average; I'm 23 years old
I guess I suppose to compete
with unsympathetic.. but yet
I become disinterest in
their pathetic ways of
living.

ALTER. VS. EGO [ 1ST]

For so long I have stared at
your reflection & wonder..
but let me free to roam..
free to speak of the characters that's
comes before us.. But now I'm
started to noticed the voices
within my intellects..
I'm not sure if I heard them
all before.. but I have heard
of the term ALTER- EGO long
before. Could I be developing
a second self? Shake my head
in confusion, and realize that
I'm a little wozzy... look in mirror
and noticed that the bright light
has now turned dark. The chuckles
of the opposing self gaining his
full transformation.. It starts to
resemble the same form.. As I
just look, and shake my head..
as I watch him mimic my every
mood.. " I was tired of walking in
your shoes, I was tired of being a
second will and yet I was caged
so long that I just had to captured
a moment alone.. So today I
put in for my soloist"... I will
now walk on my own two feet..
Now I'm another aspect of one
self.. "I'm a splitting image but
this time I will run off and be
the devils charismatic self and
play with the fire of my soul mate".
you know...
establish a demeanor about myself
be the total opposite of who you
are & watch them arrest you for
the shit I did myself.. [Chuckled]

To be continued...

ALTER. VS. EGO [ NEXT INSTALLMENT]

Continuing...

[ NEXT INSTALLMENT]..

As much as you Analogue..
Your Dialogue could never
be as depth as my Monologue..
Although your my accomplice..
......

See when I speak... I
speak fluently amongst
SYNONYMS.. you know
the words that are the
same or mean almost the
same.. See when you speak..
you sound equivalent to a
ANTONYM. You know the
total opposite of the word..
.......

Yet you have been my darkest
shadow, but where would you
be without my LEADERSHIP?
I question your matter of
SUCCESS? I question that
you would PROSPER amongst
ENDEAVORS, WEALTH, POSITION
AND HONOR... Because
if you can turn your back on
your FLESH -N- BLOOD.. Then
I know your accomplishment
will be as short as your reception
of life. When I write I get standing
Ovations. But I'm devoted to
the intangibles of my spoken
LITERATURE.. big words you couldn't
even sound out with out even your
ignition reaction.. Your life would
be SHIT!

See I have spoken.. But know that
I have wrote it,
KNOW THAT...
anytime you see the
SIGNATURE of the cursive lettering of
P.J then you know I quoted it.. How dare
you live in my shoes & think you can devour
me with INCONSISTENCY of Life .. Take
a quick look @ that reflection & tell me who
you resemble.. Look in the light &
tell me who Image you see.. Because
I will forever be Your Alter..
BITCH!!! and for
you ... Your Just a EGO..

This saga has come to the
end..

Written By: Poetry. Jones
S t o r y t o l d b y: Poetry. Jones

Beautiful Creations

I wouldn't call you a bitch..
but I would go as far as
to call you beautiful..
it's more than one way
that can be proven beautiful..
The way your honesty render
is beautiful.. The way you
Kindness interact with different
character is beautiful ... The
intelligence tend to wonder
but your a black queen and
I kind of expect you to be
intellect genius.. i know you
don't know all.. but It's always
room for improvement.. but
yet you accepted the challenge...
and Yet that make you Beautiful..

Beautiful is abundance of many
of things. Romances, Flowers, Jewelry
The sound that nature make to let
you know that your still apart of
the existence world.. Beautiful
is proven to be something under
a disguise mask.. but you wear
your design of beautiful well..
Love is beautiful caused God
is sensational.. But most of
all and always Beautiful AMEN
the closure of every traditional
prayer.

[Ink Poison]

Can you imagine what goes
on [ behind the scene] of
my brain? Only way in
is The Reality & Dreams
that set in and the only
way out is the stain amongst
this paper..
Writing a million and one
images of the world & It's
fuck ups & Then the Illusion
of you changing the world..
The Doctor evaded & noted
that I need a MRI; said I think
to hard & my skull is about to
crack. They said that my mind
was going demented & the only
way to stop it was to cardiac
arrest it.. I had to tell them
that Poetry I love it, don't!
you noticed my blood stream?
Well
don't you? When ever I can
vent it ..It free my soul of relentless
behaviors.. because without it
didn't you mention? I was demented
I think I would kill every individual soul
without it.. I guess you wondering
why I write like this? Because I was
high when I wrote it like this.. Not
inhaling no chronic, but more or
so exhaling the knowledge.. The
power behind the words to know
that someone dig so deep to be
such a powerful thinker.. Langston
Hughes wrote a piece entitled
" Life is' Fine"... and Poetry. Jones
is telling you that my life with
poetry is like a marriage that
shall never be broken, because
we live with the terms of Holy
Matrimony.. I trust it to stick
behind me no matter the weather..
more like my Bonnie & How I
would tear between these lines
to reach for my weapons of
thoughts you would think I had
a piece of Clyde with me.

Written By: Poetry. Jones

Poetical Divinity

Poetry is a science of expression..
A art amongst
the creativity of one my mind..
one flow.. all
it take is a pen & paper..
scribbling from margin to margin.
Instrumental rhymes.. No beat, and
no riddles.. Just God
creative juices, voluntary
hand movements, but
I'm going to skim
back over it to see
if every line is align..
so I'm no perfect matter..
But note that I'm a Natural
selection " Only the strongest
survive".. That really is all
that matter... Mentally I'm
complex; do you noticed my
wisdom? my lyrics are spoken
they are authentic.. never has
it been written , better yet everything
I touch my mic has spoken..
five mics in "The Source " The word
I'm looking for is not in the
Thesaurus because I'm God
when It comes to greeting
the pen with paper, and my
mind with the pen.. How
I speak I can only give
Credit to the God because
with his Credit then I think
I would fall short of bad creditability.

Written By; Poetry. Jones
and I am. Poetry. Jones

[Asthma Attack] freestyle

I'm going to Albuterol
this flow leave y'all
with treatments of
shockness upon
each & everyone faces..
I'm the prophecy that's schedule
to block out 2012.. Calling
all scientist to the
catastrophe and mundane
behavior... my flows gives
out sources that only Einstein
would know the answer too...
speaking purposely to let you know
that I have scientific background..
[ Free style] because any verb
I'm maneuvering, any expression
I'm going to articulate it.. I'm going
to fluently speak it, and I'm not going
to just sit there & voluntary tell a lie
about it.. I'm The actual state of matter,I'm
comfortable with fact or reality.. I don't
need to rock no jeans that cost almost
300.00 dollars to make me look popular..
because I'm going to un thread The[ U] off
the back of my jeans and carve my face upon the cross..
Spelling out True Religion.. How I speak most Niggas
may not understand, but if you a nigga your not
trying to hear me anyways... So I'm saying
you are spoken when spoken too.. I acknowledge
the real man, I acknowledge my Brother's and
sisters that want to embrace life with the same
similarities i have to often.. Not trying to
live the street life of some Hoodlum, but
trying to live a peaceful life any Reggae songs..
see I embrace this piece above any man
and any artist.. I am Poetry. Jones

Written By: Poetry.Jones

[ HIP.HOP COMMERCIAL]

See I have a way with words, I have way with
verbs.. But I'm a artist that make plenty of
noises amongst you tube, but I'm not a rapper..
I'm a truth written spokesperson, because If that's
the case I rather sit up all night watching commercials..
With the more details listed in small print way at the
bottom them translating [ DO NOT' TRY THIS AT STUNT @ HOME]
with only 5 seconds to view because they only give
you 30 seconds throughout the whole commercial..
but can give all four minutes of a high definition of
a video hoe with them degrading their selves.. next
time you see them you will see them on stripper pole,
gracing the streets with The thinnest lingerie you can
find prostituting all there pride away, and then next
their gracing the role plays of a Porn star.. But then
they want me to [ SWAG SURF].. They want me on the
remix of The GS Boyz doing the [ STANKING LEG].. Then
they want me as soon as I get up to turn [ MY SWAG ON]..
Hip.hop fall in the same category as all these home shopping
next work, because the videos only sales the material & trends
never the reality of life.. [ BEHIND CURTAINS] In real life you
don't see the renting car's, Behind curtains you don't see
the fake money or the money they be borrowing through the
videos, and you don't see the foreclosure housing that they
agents being renting out.. [ LIVE] They don't even sound or
look the same from when you see them on television.. Role
back sounds, concerts they have the back up D.J's any the
mini atmosphere shadow rapper... An you always find yourself
asking yourself WHO IN THE HELL IS THAT OTHER NIGGA? sold
out concerts for fault advertisement but never would y'all wait
in line to see a poet speak, never would y'all see there & shake
y'all asses to truth.. Yet, Gucci Mane can rap to a Sesame Street
Tune.. but as soon as a someone speak about he on terms of being
Gay and then your favorite after the saying will be [ NO HOMO] critique
the truth, and pretend that you have sense because Hip.Hop today
is to commercial to even be recognize today. I am Poetry. Jones

Written By: Poetry.Jones

Within...

[ I write within the box, inside
of the box is where I hold some
much discretion] Out side the box
is where I whole so much guilt..

within this box, [is getting to
much for one soul to whole] so I
will explode with a incredible scripture
for what I have held for so long.. venting
off sensational ad-libs.. breaking up
some of intellectual literacy skills..
I have held so long that I think I'm ready
for the world to critique & understand what
one mind has to offer... [ Whew] let me cool
off.........

Back inside the box with reality tends to set
in [ life is not meant for everyone to followed
the correct trend, some folks want to venture off
holding the hands of "The Devil" and want to help
fight the devil of being the rival of the correct.]

So within the box [ I find myself scripting what
the right have to offer] I abide by the rules of the
above law, and watch the ones outside the box
fall short from the heat of the wrong spot.. hop back
inside the box to gain knowledge of my one God.

Written By: Poetry.Jones

[ White Robes] Beneath [ Extended Version]

The Symbol of Hate...
The intensity of the extremely
hatred of colored race that the
hide their faces of Fear...

The Symbol of Fear...
The emotions of threat..
The instance of our solicitude..
They feared our integrity to
fight.. They tried to belittled
our spirits, they tried to burn
our souls, and better yet tried
to Hang away our race.. But we
over came... They feared our togetherness
so they were force to cover there selves with
white veils to make their selves into white supremacist.

The Symbol of Sin...
The transgression of thee
divine law, the violation of
enslavement & turning it
into segregation.... In God name
who are you to judge & Tell us
we can't eat here, who are you to
tell me that I can't have a glass a
water here.. Your not so I'm going
to ride in the front seat of this bus..
I'm going to march the streets of
Washington until I can get a reason..
But yet you still hide your faces behind
every reprehensible fault.. You hide in
your dark corners with your 13 stars version
of The Confederate flag.. Your sick reason for why
you feel that you are thee only race.. But yet
you label us as the unfamiliar race when we died
out of y'all fear.. But yet you hide your true colors..
Cause y'all thee only race that change from blue to
red.. from yellow to green.. But yet we died because
the excuse of one man fear of African-American Race.

Between the hole's in your eyes I see the fear within
In the tune of your red neck voice, I see the BITCHASSNESS
in your voice.. Beneath all of this your a coward and I
would tell your whole confederate nation that their
coward and going to HELL.

[EXTENDED VERSION]

Honestly I wish I could see y'all
faces now with The President
being a African American.. Now
the Likes are in our favor now...
But do that really give us the right?
Too.. Walk around in our Black robes
& our black cross and lynch CRACKERS?
Burn down Churches with white little
racial girls in it... Naw, were better than
that and we will play by the book.. Although
we may fight amongst ourselves but we are
never afraid to come from beyond & fight
for our race.

Written by: Poetry. Jones

Lingerie [ RED]

They say it's the gift that wrap
the exotic. It's the pleasure in
the morning, that you savor at
night...

It's a secret that hides your
deepest secret, your deepest
secrets of lust.. It's the soft
whispers that gives your
lover smoke signal that her
mind is lingering else where.

Lingerie, Red Lingerie the color
of my en dearest color. Legs full
with straps of bait, as she lay
surrounded by red satin sheets...
drowned in red petals.. Red Wine
is what unveil the secrets.. Lingerie
is proven to have many of names..
Victoria..Shhh you know the secret.
behind all these secrets; lies a shadow
of untamed pleasuring reasons.

Written by: Poetry.Jones

Black Self Esteem [ Black Woman Stand Up]

Black Women, I noticed your characteristic..

I acknowledge your beauty from a distance

never have I laid one human eye on you...

But I noticed your sophistication, I'm in love

with your character.. I want to married your

ambitious.. Question, would I degrade your

image? No I'm not a coward,and although

man who surrounds me tend to give a Real

man a bad name by they juvenile actions..

I speak with accomplishments of positivity.

Queen your complexion, your walk, your

mind is sexy.. Your lips are tasteful, your body

is a dream.. But yet you are women with more

than just one thing on your mind.. So I'm going

need more man that surround me to view more

than just a sexual image.


Written By: Poetry. Jones

Poetic Reminder

has a fetish for words...however it enhanced my academics, and my worship for knowledge.. i love the way it intertwined with my brain to grasp meaning & essentials origins of words.. It help me describe Nouns, It help me identify a Verb... I write because I'm infatuated with words of truth, I don't want to be just another nigga. Don't want to be manipulated by the results of a lie.. I want to follow the footsteps of truth, and continued to change lives for our youth. Make them understand that they don't have to live their lives as a hoodlum or hood rats.. education can get them ahead in life, and that they do not have to follow suit behind a bunch of criticism.

Beyond The Boom Box

I'm ready to spit it.. embraced the mic.. spitting venom amongst the youth or viewers of the poetic nation.. what's written may be important.. i critique the truth.. i bleed it, and i believe that i can be the next hottest thing.. but I must embraced this mic.. not amongst the stage.. but a fictional one that i perform on when I'm writing scripture instrumentally.. I'm imaginative i think of sounds when I'm intellectually telling a story. Stories.. not a story that's told in a heart of a lie.. but a story that's made up through the truth of envisioning a dream i once saw.. I'm ready to spit it.

I'm ready to recite that a lie is only a mythological suggestion which is only told be cool
within our nation system.. to be apart of the cool kids.. it could also go as far as being
a significant other to the one you love.. but telling a lie will only result into failure..
but don't worry because I'm Poetry.Jones and I will spit until truth is written all
across the nations in graffiti lettering

Poetic Journal Entry

I am Poetry. Jones is asking....

Who can I run too? when i have time of needs.. [ breaking news] father rather see me on the streets, destructs from his personal vendetta with his own family. now here I am another black man that is put down by his on father because he want to feel the hold of being control or maybe his ego is too big to understand LOVE. that is sensitive & not hard like he think it is.another black man who's immature to life..

How hard is success in today's economy? Success right now is the hardest thing to
try to do right now.. Why? With no job's; it's hard to make a living to even try to be
successful. Before I thought it was all a myth for the world to be making it's way to
closure but now I can kind of see what blogger's & few others are talking about.

writing to define a deeper image to success, which they said
that I would not have no problem at.. Which they
voted me " Most likely to succeed", look at me now
a few year's later.. living under a spell of rules
that results to me one again being
place to the devil's of failure.. with my
skin boiling hot under the devil
significant fire with him
tasting my sweet taste
of failure.. Him screaming it..
[ failure, failure, failure]


"You will die here little boy",
is what the devil scripted..
your confidence of success
has been destroyed..
Watching me succeed
is like watching Armageddon
come to a complete flame..

better yet... like watching
the world comes to pieces
by the wrath of the world
ending.. All my life
I have been a competitor to
him, and growing up I always
had to compete to love him..
always wanted to love my
father, but yet he always
turn my lessons to sports..
drifting away from raising me
and showing me how to be a man..

yet he want to compete with me
first & then love me last..
as a man you love your
son/daughter no matter
what? with him I was
just a seed that he wanted
to live his dream through..
but unfortunately my dream
or his dream was granted...

Unlike the late great Michael Jackson,
I wasn't being chase & brutally beating
to stardom.. Hell I wasn't even chase
or grasp as a son.. I just seen
him doing game time @ all
of my games talking about how
I miss a lay up or how I didn't
swing @ that pitch or Why I quit?

I quit because this wasn't my
dream to follow in your
footsteps.. i wanted to
venture off and create my
own footsteps.. Hell you
been gone so long; I didn't
even see your footstep
when you made your way
back in my life.

So why in the fuck are
we even haven't this
conversation.. Your excuses
always in up with you drinking
your problem away or running
to my mother for safeties precautions
have you ever thought to asked me
what I wanted to be with my life..

Instead you portray to be a
great man, but in reality you
a coward with such a immature
way of handling things.. Great Grand
Father, but suck ass when it came
to just being a father.. i guess you learned
from your mistakes there.. But yet, you
have yet to asked me what my intentions
on living was..



Sincerely. My Poetic Journal Entry

Inspiration words spoken

G I R L. DON'T CRY; IF YOU CRY.. CAN I BE THE TISSUE YOU WIPE YOUR TEARS ON? CAN I BE THAT PILLOW YOU HIDE YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON? GIRL EVERYONE NEED SOMEONE TO RUN TO, BUT I'M ASKING YOU CAN I BE THEM SHOES THAT YOU PUT ON TO RUN IN? GIRL YOU DON'T NEED TO SCAR THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE WITH EMOTIONS THAT ARE SO SAD HERE CARRY THIS LAUGH WITH YOU FOREVER.. THAT WAY U CAN ALWAYS LOOK OVER IT AND LAUGH.

Death. of. Black Communities [ EXTENDED VERSION]

is stating..that you can't educate our black communities
because we try so hard to impress our peers..
We don't want to lose no cool points..So we
turn our heads to the truth.. raised your
hands for lies.. celebrate the death and
the cry when others you know are R.I.P
from the same similarities..But instead we
remain the same because we not
trying to overcome ADVERSITY..

We Fight over Women/Guy's
We Fight over Money
We Fight over Materialistic's
We Fight over Popularity...

Neither one are not pertaining to
priorities all of it is shooting
straight to the top of FAME..

but instead we embraced that
lifestyle.. we celebrate that
lifestyle.. everyday someone
son, daughter, brother, sister,
father, grandmother, grand
daddy and mother is killed
because you want to be part
of a group that consist of violence..

We fight against one another
but wouldn't dare try to
fight to make a stand for something
positive.. a few years back they
tried to rule out the word NIGGA.

But it doesn't matter because
that's what y'all acting like..
you wondering why he call you
bitch? that's why because your
acting like one young lady.

BLACK PRESIDENT, my ass
is this the behavior you show
when we have a black man in
office?

I guess so! Because us as
a race we still immature..
we still believe that Hollywood
is reality we live our lives through
somebody ghetto ass life..Everybody
want to be part of entertainment
like we have more than one life
to live.. well here we go this
is REAL LIFE.. once you place
6 ft under you are not able to
to be reached there's no
coming back.. and this is what
we pass on to our youth?

AGGRESSION......

You noticing the look in
my damn eyes.. do you
see the reaper in me.. do you
understand madness in my typing
i swear to you, if my son get
hurt or even much as a scratch
on him.. I will kill you myself... because
now y'all playing to much when it comes
to mines.. that's real implementing hatred
in these kids breakfast need to grow
fuck up and realize this is reality.

EXTENDED VERSION...

FUNERAL.....

as I slip on something all black
to symbolize that we have now
lost are community through
worshiper of death ....

NAW fuck that, not if Poetry.Jones
have something to say.. I don't
need to be Batman or Superman
I can just be me.. because I know
they weakness.. get rid of ammo
then they are finished.. because
Nigga's are soft.. with a gun
advantage they was tough..
without they curl up like fags
in a fuck me contest.. Man
I HATE NIGGA!!!!

V I V I D P I C T U R E 2

--Sexuality. Silhouette..

bringing love making to actuality;

switching positions.. baby this

loving making is rated quality;

baby I'm not in no rush & i kind of

just want to make love to you S L O W L Y!

i'm a poet & i will grace every position realistically

as i watch the realization in your eyes..

experimenting the melodies of your moans..

i love the way that you let my creativity flow..

[ O R G A S M] OoOoOoOo!!



As I listen to your whispers. I'm grasping

your surrounding nature; I'm pushing

you are scratching.. NO KEPT SECRET'S

just you & I.. Theirs no place for you to

run.. as you closed your eyes to sense

that it's going to be more than that...

more than just your usual doggy style..

your usual cow girl, your usual 69, &

your usual missionary..cause @ the

ending of all this; you will find out

that NOBODY can do you like this.

V I V I D P I C T U R E

As I paint this picture noticed

you are the artist on the bottom...

noticed i am the artist embracing

your forbidden fruits;collecting

juices is my nature.. legs spreading

at least 32 inches apart me filling

that segment w/ my own sexual images..

tongue stretching at least 7-8 inches.

rotating in circular motions blowing

within inserted entrance..

I'm spitting & finger licking to fulfilled your climax!

of my image. at this point

the artist is shaking, and reaching

her peak.. she's shortly about to erupt

and sure enough all her problem is

gone mmmmm!

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