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IMAGINE

I've imagined your my kisses

I've imagined your touch

I've imagined you being what I need so much

I've imagined you staring into my eyes

As you spread my legs and lay between my thighs

Now you imagine me straddling you And riding you like a horse jockey in the Kentucky Derby

While rhythmically winding my waist and hips to the beat of the percussion sound being played on my sugar walls by your thirsty piece of manhood.

While kissing you

Caressing you

Our souls become one

I gently remove my lips form yours And whisper in your ear "I cu*****"

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I sing as I've never sang before

Deliberately winding and grinding To extract the milk that flow from your D***

With eyes closed

face looking up

You place one hand on my butt

With the other you hold on to my hair

As the smell of ecstasy fills the air

Our hearts begin to beat with abnormal palpations

We suddenly realize it's just our imagination

So the next time you imagine my kiss

Or even my touch

Imagine you being here so we could f***

Imagine staring into my eyes

As you spread my legs and lay between my thighs.

w/b julia g COPYRIGHT: 2008

LIKE ME

What is it about her

Does she look like me

Will she awake from her sleep

To cook for you like me

When you touch her,

Does she feel like me

Do we share the same movements

Or does she squeal like me

Does she have curves like me

Can she cause traffic to swerve like me

Do you caress her facial structure like you do to me

Or just bend her over and fucc her, like she was me

When you hear her laugh,

Does she sound like me

Can she hold her own,

Go round for round like me

When you look into her eyes,

Does she have a glow like me

Can she put pen to paper and flow like me

What is it about her,

Does she get wetter than me

When you stroke her,

Does she feel better than me

I don't know what it is about her

That makes you do the things you do

But I've known for a while your love wasn't true,

So I'm letting you know

He's nothing like you.

w/b julia g COPYRIGHT:2008

LOST ONES

What about the little boy, that use to live down the block? Remember, he's the one whose father got shot. And what about the little girl, that was molested since the age of 3? Now she's 13 and already getting tested for HIV. We as people have to stop thinking about our self and self preservation. And preserve the children, the future leaders of our nations. We need more men to step up, and be better fathers. Then see how much the criminal justice system bothers us. We need more women to step who are committed to being mothers. To teach teen age girls having babies, if necessary you can do it without these brothas. BROTHAS meaning men of all races and religions across the nation. Handle your responsibility there is no need for contemplation. Grab a hold of your daughters and your sons. Don't let them slip through the cracks and become a lost one.

And what about the fiend that just can't seem to get right? Well one of you who did should reach out and touch his or her life. And don't forget the homeless ones, sleeping on the street. I mean, What is it really gonna hurt if you bother to speak? Sometimes all it takes is a kind word, or a smile full of light. To let someone else know there is better days in sight. So don't look down on the homeless, addicts, or those souls who are just caught up in the game. Because with some assistance they to could change.Step up people, its our nation. We have to start now, in order to save the next generation.

I can't forget about Bush, I think he head of the mob. Think about it? When did killing people become the presidents job? He shipped out our sisters, brothers, cousins, and friends.Question for Bush. Damn, when will it end? Send our soldiers home, enough killing has been done. You can stop this war. And prevent more lost ones.

People please hear my plea. STOP thinking of yourselves and all the things you haven't done. Lets think about the future, And save the lost ones.

w/b julia g COPYRIGHT:2008