Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Love Endowed


Greetings my queen, I want to permanently bestow my Love upon your heart.  I want to donate my heart and emotions so deep inside your soul that all who comes in contact with you will know you belong to me.  Your infectious smile brings joy to my heart. My Love, I have not yet held you in my arms, but in the spirit, I have been holding you for a while. The day you first, looked into my eyes, I know you saw my soul, wanting to commune with yours. Time has past, and I know in your heart, and what you want from me.  Baby you have a natural gift, and ability, to Love me.  Trying to hide your Love, and emotions from a man, who understands, the pain you shared about your past.  The Love in me, that I want to share, is strong in my soul.  Listening to the pitch of your voice, makes me smile at times when it is hard to do. You are so warm, with your spirit, I can only imagine what your heart could be if you were with me.  I see so much about you, you can’t even see yourself.  To know, who you are, I know what you want; I also know what you need.  When we fall asleep at night, and began to dream about being together.  Right now we have to meet in our dreams, and think about what we desire from each other while we are awake.  It has been a long time since I had true Love Endowed; it has been a while, since it was donated the right way.  I get so caught up thinking of nothing but your face that is full of Grace. I dream of holding your face in my hands with your eyes closed, kissing them gently. Making you feel comfortable, with what I have to offer.  Daily, sometimes hourly I think of what your thoughts are. I wonder do you think about me, as I think of Thee.  My photographic memory of your beauty is like, capturing a child’s first step. Being able to remember the Joy I get when I see you in my thoughts.  Ok, close your eyes, and think about the sound of my voice. I am calling your’ name in my sleep; I call you because I think you are with me at all times.  The wisdom, which comes out when you speak, commands my attention, and it makes me want to listen.  Your place is with me, the roll you play is the roll of a life time.  Living are lives as one, joined together.  I want to be with you in heaven, yes I know in spirit, just like I am here with you on earth.  I can’t believe its real, I can’t believe it’s you, I can’t believe what’s happening, I can’t believe true, and can’t believe that you are here with me, and know I am here with you, Baby and now we are here in this time in our lives. I treasure the short time’s; I spend in your presence.  Before you leave me, I am already excited, about the next time, I see you before you go.  Through the night, I feel your fire and there's nothing but you in my mind as you quench me of all my desires of being lonely.  


Let’s endow each other for the rest of our lives.

Friday, August 24, 2012

The Pussy & Dick Syndrome


Her pussy, his dick everybody wants a lick of that clit or that dick that don’t belong to them. It is the nature of the beast to want to get between the sheets with another man or woman. You can be married for years, while shedding tears of sexual disappointments and dysfunction with modern day relationships. You see it does not matter what walk of life you come from but saved, unsaved, Indian, Jewish, Islamic, eastern world, or the western world people want to fuck, have orgies but they just won’t admit it because of their religion or cultural background won’t allow them to be who the fuck they really are. Hell we humans are no different than the animals that walk this earth, they fuck, and control animals just like a man who wants all of the pussies he can stick his dick in. It is no difference then that woman who likes multiple sex partners. When a man has man hoes, he’s a stud, pimp, being a man. When a woman does it she is being a hoe, what the fuck is the difference, NONE. You see I am a different man, like someone said it is better to know, than not know. Sex is not nasty, and people get tired of fucking the same man, woman, bitch, hoe, that nigga they with, they just won’t admit that shit. Women from the north, south, east, or west want a different dicks, hell that shit he got sometime, just won’t scratch that itch no more. You got to keep that shit fresh, or the mind wonders so far, you will lose your husband, your wife from just being stupid. When it comes down to it this world revolves around “PUSSY” it rules this world. If you don’t this PUSSY rule this world, just turn on the news, or pick up a local paper, and read about how many churches have shut the doors because the Pastor could not keep his dick to his self. Also look at your government officials and you wonder why they are having mistresses, or babies out of wedlock, because people won’t be honest with what the fuck is going on. Good wholesome, housewives are fucking the cable man, and the pool man. When a pussy or dick just don’t satisfy you anymore, folks take the shit personal, and be mad at you, but you are doing what is natural. This shit is never personal, it’s about business, and the business is FUCKING and many men and women as you can to satisfy that sexual itch. That itch never goes away, it lays dormant, for a while.

The moral of the “PUSSY & DICK” game is you may be with someone who never steps out of the confines of their relationship, but trust and believe they do think about that shit, and the more they think about what they are not getting, or desire to do, they just won’t ask you to do those things, because they know what the answer is. This applies to both men and women. You see this behavior has nothing to do with how you look, or how you dress. You see a UGLY mother fucker woman or man can take your mate from you. They may not look like much, but they are licking and swallowing, blowing in holes you don’t even want to wash, now isn’t that some shit.

No matter how much money you have, no matter how big your house, or how many cars you own or how long your dick is or how wet and juicy clit and tongue is. It don’t mean shit for that urge to merge jumps up in the man or woman your with.

What the fuck, if you think your boy is lying just sit back and pay close attention, the ride will get real bumpy…..Ask you mate do they desire to some of this shit below:

Men ask your wife or girlfriend would she like…             
You to fuck me and another man                            
You like for me to fuck  you in your ass                
Would you like to choked, and fucked hard                                             
Would you like a dildo in your ass and pussy                             
Would you lick another woman’s ass and pussy while I watch
Baby can I have a girlfriend, just for sex               


Women ask your man if he would like…..
Baby I would like to see me eat another bitch ass
Would you like for me to swallow your CUM
Baby can you CUM in my ass and get spanked
Baby I want to watch and another bitch
Baby can I get double stuffed while you watch me fuck your friend


Ask your mate some real questions, but reassure them to tell the truth and you won’t get mad.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Clouded Thoughts Do You Have Them and Can You Change!


Tears have no race, no gender, touch or voice expressions with your own digestion of what or who you was told what really describes your character is just emotional bullshit, handed down by your guardian. Emotional confusion is just an illusion to hide or destroy your existence for what future has in store for you, and who you may become as a man or a woman. If grandmother or grandfather had no idea what the fuck they was doing well how in the fuck would your mother and father would know what, or how to teach you a particular way of life. There is a cycle or life pattern that needs to be changed so we do not remain complacent where a lot of men and women are. Emotionally and genetically if we have a guardian that is genetically and emotionally fucked up then our kids who turn into adults one day, and this cycle of a fucked up generation continue. Sometimes the guardian or parents are sound minded and understand life and attempt to raise the kids correctly, but somewhere there is a reason some are stuck. I work hard daily on getting “Un-Stuck”. Over time people suffer with Mental illness, feelings of suicide, multiple sex partners, or even drugs.


Get un-stuck if you can identify that you are, evaluate the place that you are in, and if your ass have not made any progress, or you are mentally, and financially in the same place, then your ass is stuck in a time warp. No one can fix you, get professional help, or let someone who has a desire to help you, let them do just that. That person can be a man or a woman, they will not say what you want them to say, but is what you need to hear. Some shit you will not understand, but learn to “PROCESS IT”. Change is good, and don’t fear what you need.

Say it…..Yes I Can, Yes I Can, Yes I Can.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Killer With A Smile

As I struggle day and night trying not to fall asleep thinking about what I do in my dreams. My dreams changed from the reality of what I have desire to do while I am fully awake. As these dead sleep humans walk by me looking at me trying to see if fear them but what they can’t see is that I have killed before, and the thirst have never been removed from my thoughts and imagination. You see I’m passive by nature dealing with men, and in my personal relationships with women, but I will “FUCK YOU” up. My favorite choice of weapon of choice is a “Glock”. I remember early, when I killed for the very first time, it felt good, because I was in control. As the laser from my weapon made contact with the upper portion of his shoulder, I am so skilled that I saw the ligaments separate from his arms, and the blood splatter, as it the air, and the wind blew the smell of his blood and his fear down my lungs, I smiled turned around walked away. You see once you get a taste of killing, it’s like pussy, or crack for the very first time you will never forget.


You see I must stop, because you got “Profilers” that try to figure out how a cold and calculated killer with a face and charisma that can blend in at any level I choose. So the next time you make friends, or associate with someone, check them before they kill you.


Signed by “The Perfect Killer”

Monday, February 27, 2012

Heaven or Hell What Gate Will Open For You

What would you do if you think you have reached heaven’s gate and knocked but the gate did not open? Won’t you wonder “are am actually at the right place (heaven’s gate)?” if there are other gates around or even far away won’t you feel like going to knock at those gates and see if there would open easily for you to enter? Very few people may reach heaven’s gate and enter without knocking because it was already open for them. Some would need to knock once or twice before the gate would open for them. Many turned back because the gate did not open as fast as they expected. Some of them even went to other gates which they did not truly love, and they ended up unhappily. Few people did not only reached the heaven’s gate but they also stood there or even lay down knocking and waiting patiently for it to open, no matter how long it would take, because they are certain it is the gate they dreamt of, desired, and would love to enter.


This is the situation of life because life achievements may seem easy to reach for some people. While it would take much hard work for others to attain their goals, dreams, and sincere heart desires. Truly like God said to Abraham, it has always been, “as far as you can see.” Yet many of us do not know it. Most of those that had to wait at the gate did so because they could see beyond the closed gate. They are the class of people whose life’s achievement and success stories usually inspires others. This situation also concerns our marriages, relationship, professions, dreams, job among others because there are times we would wonder if we are in the right profession, in love with the right person, having the right dreams, and doing the right job. Truly what should matter is if what we do, it is for our own interest and the interest of others, and if we sincerely love what we do be it a job, dream, profession, or person because love is necessary for us to have patience to wait for the change we expect to see when the gate opens.


God said, “My thoughts for you are of good and not of evil to bring you to an expected end.”

Therefore, we can only reach the end we expect if we can patiently hang on in our struggle, no matter how well sealed the gate would look like. But lo!!! Fear not if you should have to wait for a life time or even die waiting at the gate which you truly love and strongly desire to enter. You should be happy for being faithful till the end. Most of the freedom humanity and Nations enjoy today were dreams was that stated by some men.

The reality is that you may think your going to heaven, but if your heart is not “Pure” and your life has not lined up with what God is expected, it’s not going to happen. If you knock on gates, and they don’t open maybe you at the wrong one, so you know Satan got something for you, and you don’t even have to knock.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Trailer Park Whore, Fucking Her Dog Duke

Lick Mama Duke

In the trailer park community she lived alone with her rock wilder Duke, but she was very lonely and miserable. She is 45 years of age her face sunken in from smoking crack for many years, but she is clean now. In this trailer park, there were married men and single and they all enjoyed hanging out with Irene, who would always have something good to eat, drink, and she always had on very short pants, and wore low cut blouses. Many of the men have stayed over night, and whoever stayed they got their dicks sucked real good, and she had some good wet juicy trailer park pussy. All the guys in the trailer park would talk about how good Irene pussy was. One day Irene was home and horny and wanted some more dick, but not from the guys in the park. She got so horny she looked at her dog duke, and started rubbing on her very hairy pussy with one hand, and pulling and stroking dukes dick with the other hand. Irene had never done anything like this before, but to her dick was dick, even if that dick came from her dog. This “PWT” a.k.a Poor White Trash pulled the skin back on this dog dick and she started sucking his dick, and she put her finger in his ass, to keep his dick real hard. She learned this trick with some of the many men she had fucked around with over the years. While she was sucking the dogs dick, she was trying to figure out a way to get the dog to eat her pussy, because while sucking the dogs dick, she notice that he was really liking what she was doing to him. You see dogs cum back to back and their dicks swell 4 to 5 times larger than their normal size. Well, how about Irene had remembered her dog loved peanut butter, so she went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter to rub it allover her pussy, trying to get duke to lick that trailer park cat. That shit didn’t work, so she wanted him to fuck her, this bitch has gone to damn far this time, but when a bitch want to get fuck, its like by any means to make that shit happen.


Irene, got on her knees, and tried to get duke to get behind her and start to fuck her just like he would another dog. This bitch had to get that peanut butter smell off her pussy, so she had t get her own pussy wet again, so that duke could sniff, and smell pussy on her just like he would on a dog. After she washed up, and rubbed her pussy, she made herself cum, so hard, she squirted all over the dog’s face. Irene was talking shit to the dog, just like a bitch would to a man. Irene, got on her knees, put dukes paws on her back, this time duke started humping, his dick came out, and he was able to straddle Irene, and when he got in that pussy, he was fucking her hard and deep. Irene was moaning, screaming, and calling dukes name, just like she would a man. Duke came back to back. Duke would CUM, rest, a few seconds, only to start up again.


In the end Duke became her TRUE best friend, she started buying duke steak, and eggs, getting him groomed on a regular basses. Treating her dog like a king, now isn’t that some shit. You mutha fucka’s bet not get know ideas, because the police have jail cells for you freaks, that may want to do a little something extra for you pets.