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I Forfeit
I forfeit
My creed, my faith, my presence, my laughter, such a beautiful gift
My instilled Chakras that rules my Chi is much too strong to be treated as this
I am highly educated, sexy, a Goddess, man’s greatest muse, and rule my own purse strings
If no band around, I can make my own self sing
Love, who me
Yes, when it’s given to allow my mind to spiritualty roam free
Aquarians we love, we give, we have your back
When your mind or body has come under attack
That sounds more like the Nurse in me, who refuses to get off life’s track
My earthly credo, pleasing your body from head to toe, honey involved… mm, what a sweet tasting snack
Only an Indian giver when love throws my mind out of whack
French Creole Soul
My Heart
I console
My Footsteps
Walk with me as we earthly patrol
But to allow cerebral control
Not written in my Heavenly strolls
I forfeit
Too many who are willing to soft lick
Handsome men dicks
I would lick while sliding between my tits
Spreading my legs worshipping my clit
Mm…deeper sailing inside my wet slit
And not made to make a woman feel like shit
Excuse my French
But the Devil in the details is filled with a stench
So, I go it alone
I love my own song
Mmm, my own pleasurable moans
And yes, to that distance dial tone
Sometimes you must look back only once
Not to be labeled a fool or a dunce
And two steps forward to freedom arms of embrace
I am a marathon runner who always finishes my own race
As I continue with smiles of contentment displayed on my face
To save my humbleness I bow unto grace
I forfeit
My creed, my faith, my presence, my laughter, such a beautiful gift
My instilled Chakras that rules my Chi is much too strong to be treated as this
I am highly educated, sexy, a Goddess, man’s greatest muse, and rule my own purse strings
If no band around, I can make my own self sing
Love, who me
Yes, when it’s given to allow my mind to spiritualty roam free
Aquarians we love, we give, we have your back
When your mind or body has come under attack
That sounds more like the Nurse in me, who refuses to get off life’s track
My earthly credo, pleasing your body from head to toe, honey involved… mm, what a sweet tasting snack
Only an Indian giver when love throws my mind out of whack
French Creole Soul
My Heart
I console
My Footsteps
Walk with me as we earthly patrol
But to allow cerebral control
Not written in my Heavenly strolls
I forfeit
Too many who are willing to soft lick
Handsome men dicks
I would lick while sliding between my tits
Spreading my legs worshipping my clit
Mm…deeper sailing inside my wet slit
And not made to make a woman feel like shit
Excuse my French
But the Devil in the details is filled with a stench
So, I go it alone
I love my own song
Mmm, my own pleasurable moans
And yes, to that distance dial tone
Sometimes you must look back only once
Not to be labeled a fool or a dunce
And two steps forward to freedom arms of embrace
I am a marathon runner who always finishes my own race
As I continue with smiles of contentment displayed on my face
To save my humbleness I bow unto grace
I forfeit
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