There’s no inspiration from you anymore, you’re no longer my muse.Visit me at work, let us join hands and discuss the wiles of tina, emily, angela, sarah, and all the others.
Or fuck off and die.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass”
How many times do you want me to say it to you?!?
the Yard….
For what, playtime with Dan Powers?!
I wanted your cock, heart, soul, and time…
I got your name tattooed on me and played cat & mouse with your inane male groupies.
And now what…the ex post a pic of this guy and you’re calling me again, from your balcony.
Like some retarded Romeo?!?
I’m a fucking idol, you’re a fucking rock.
Stick to your yacht in dubai, with the women in your league my dear.
I’m too much for you to handle, too much love to give, too much loyalty, too much sexuality, too much of a maven, too much of a porn star, and too much of a director for the likes of you.
Too much t&a for your old age
But, hey – you made a killing off me.
P.S. I did dream of you last night, we were in the throws of passion, you were hard, in me, pinching me and biting me, licking me, squeezing my breast in the bright sunlight of your office while you pressed me onto your desk, releasing my breast, seizing my ass, and then I sat on your face…
Your sultry eyes below me, your tongue…as useful at licking me as it is when it’s spewing out your skullduggery…
Felt so nice.
And………
Then…….
I…….
FARTED….
Right into your mouth.
God Bless America.
(And……you loved it)
Her mourning coffee 