Itís a roller coaster ride Up and down swirl to a side, Takes my breath while feeling faint But itís a pleasure no complaint, A bit shaky from going round I cannot stop its so profound, I get lost thinking of you Its my means to cure the blue, So I express my thought in quote For your daily sweetly note.
Itís a night of June, I found you in Pound it wasnít Benfica, but itís a night for the lovely chicasí their worlds collide over the green grass on the ground 2018 World Cup between Mexico and South Korea
itís the night of June, when I saw you dance something about your physique, being in trance yes the cup, it was eventually won by France, except for a special match that was by chance
your pure strength was more than physical, it was so powerful and definitely emotional adrenaline spike, the energy uncontrollable when youíre...
Karita, youíre a lascivious woman. You have a beautiful appearance, But your mind is full of immoral thinking. You frequent various nightclubs, And you perform many unmentionable acts. You certainly look like a goddess, But youíre just a serpent in disguise.
Youíre such an energetic young woman. You twirl on the stage in a miniskirt, Bend over and expose your knickers, And gyrate to the music like a go-go dancer. Some men go for the flirty type, But loose conduct doesnít amuse me.
If feel locked up behind bars Without fault of any crimes, I feel wrapped around your finger For your chat I wait and linger, Put me up on that cloud nine Make me feel endless sublime, With five minutes of your time You should see how my eyes shine, I feel glad in this sweet cage Although trapped I feel engaged, And if I make you smile a while Cage and chains wold be worth while
Nobody cares whether he lives or dies, So he loses his reasons for living The girl he loves doesnít love him She turned down his advances No woman has ever returned his love He feels as if he doesnít fit in with others And sadness is his only friend
Heís ignorant of the sting of death, But he doesnít want to continue living this way Life without love means nothing to him, So today heís going to kill himself Heís standing on the edge of the roof of a skyscraper A gusty wind is blowing from the north Heís trembling and his...
I'm tired of asking exasperating questions about the frivolity of society And of humanity. Such as, "what are the modern reasons for the glorification of large breasts?" Why not something like history, science, art, music, literature, LGBTQIAP+, mathematics, architecture, magick, nature, religion, spirituality, clothing/costuming, or gardening, something that interests? I understand, way-back-when, males needed to make sure they could find a mate who could feed their children well, But nowadays, smaller works just as well, Well, actually better, less/no back...