See, I can be down with Kanye. Kanye's a poet. Kanye's smart. But the what the heck? I'm sure these aren't the real words but what is he babbling about? *laughs*
*Starts singing* Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I... Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!
Well, Jamacian girls would know what he's saying and everyone else will just be so dazzled by the accent they'd do it anyway. *smiles* Kind of like me with you.
My dad called me Goat as a pet name. I'm sure he thought I was beautiful but the only time I ever remember him complimenting how I looked was my senior prom. Though he was completely preoccupied with the idea of me taking a girl to it.
I wasn't beautiful growing up. I was poofy, skinny, and awkward. By the time my braces came off, I started filling out, and I started wearing my hair any other way than a ponytail, he had bigger things to worry about.
*moans happily* He's the perfect size. Not just for me but for anyone. Not scary big but not so small we can't manage a lot of positions even with my ass. He's only slightly darker than the rest of you which is extremely hard to find in white men. I love that you don't have to do much maintenance because I like a man with a little hair but you aren't smuggling weave down there or anything. He's just perfect. You're perfect.
I was gawky and tiny growing up. My hair alternated between dark brown and blonde almost monthly until junior high. I had odd freckles and alpha sprout sticking up hair. My parents called me their handsome little man all the time anyone. *chuckles* Parents have to do that.
*snuggles closer* I'm not perfect. I'm only even close to perfect when I'm with you. I think my body was crafted to be perfect for you. Perfect to protect you, to pleasure you, to inhabit you. I love you. You're perfect.
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One crisp banana!
*cracks up*
See, I can be down with Kanye. Kanye's a poet. Kanye's smart. But the what the heck? I'm sure these aren't the real words but what is he babbling about? *laughs*
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Those are actual words?
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Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!
*laughs*
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And what exactly does that mean? It sounds like a really drunk guy hitting on someone.
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By the way, *does his best to sing the words she told him*
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*grins* Sir yes sir
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*laughs* Saluting me? I'm not even at attention yet.
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*kisses his chin* We can remedy that.
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*strokes her head*
Mmm, your so good to me and my little cock.
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*bites his bottom lip* Don't call him little. He might be listening.
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*kisses her* You describe him then.
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I wasn't beautiful growing up. I was poofy, skinny, and awkward. By the time my braces came off, I started filling out, and I started wearing my hair any other way than a ponytail, he had bigger things to worry about.
*moans happily* He's the perfect size. Not just for me but for anyone. Not scary big but not so small we can't manage a lot of positions even with my ass. He's only slightly darker than the rest of you which is extremely hard to find in white men. I love that you don't have to do much maintenance because I like a man with a little hair but you aren't smuggling weave down there or anything. He's just perfect. You're perfect.
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*snuggles closer* I'm not perfect. I'm only even close to perfect when I'm with you. I think my body was crafted to be perfect for you. Perfect to protect you, to pleasure you, to inhabit you. I love you. You're perfect.
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