Her Dictatorial Strut

Sitting on my white throne, ready was IFor some meditative contemplationsLike drooling on Kardashian sistersSurfing through cosmopoliton picturesWhen she glides in, nonchalant as everinterrupting my mood, ignoring my privacy, Suggestively, she takes to pacing aroundDemanding my attention, asking for loveI try to explain her the inconvenience of it allShe wouldn't have it, no, she wants me right now!And between... Continue Reading →

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