Old Poetry

Because I'm feeling it today. For Your Love I see you, Dark Chocolate Swinging your hips to the throom throom of this foreign music Your skirt so short, my imagination is unnecessary Your titties jiggling in your dress like the many eyes trying to keep up with them. Know that I love you, no matter... Continue Reading →


Being Called a Girl (and not in a nice way)

For a long time I did not like who I was. I'm a girly-girl in conflict. I'd rather wear a pretty blouse and a skirt than a buttoned shirt and dress pants.

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