it ain't no fun if ur lame or even border line phsycotic... u gotta maintain the mind within the brain as ur luv could jus be toxic... luv is a centerpiece that has an orbit of pain... the type where ur wild side can come out n play... yet, emotion doesn't wanna deal with the difficulty of relations if u do not know how to act... it's those hormones that jus luv to be attacked... ravaged behind closed doors n treated as if ur cock thirsty to say the least... as out in the open ur a lady that knows u can get down with the layin of sheets... a freak that turns off morals once playtime begins... but neva will u expose yourself for the sake of jus anyone diggin in... u have that balance of knowin what a woman is mentally n what it is u want in between ur legs... that to me is the ultimate escape... feelin havin two meanings n knowin which one to use at any given time... allowin the temptation to alter ur ego n unleash the pleasures tucked away in the mind... ur a special kinda twistedness in which crazy only comes out behind the scenes... bcuz u understand that shit isn't attractive unless ur on ur knees...
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