It is time to see what kind writter I can be, will I bloom like flower or shred like sour. I lean in to my chair grip the iron pen I bare and what bout how she looks at like a dirty slut. I wonder in time will she spread my butter bread and club with her jelly slide shaking her bellie confront my eyes. but if not harder I have to cut the weight cause in time muscles will tone like baked buzz. Coming home sliding head verse to backwords riding reverse cow girl terms if she wants or funk up backwords cuts how she looks at me like a dog then she nuts