Wednesday, September 28, 2005

My Colombian King

My body sings
to my Colombian King
waiting for your ring
on the phone
dirty thoughts
when I'm alone
in my bed
thinking of things you said
makes me wanna give you head
and go wild
like a mischevious child
that needs attention
love and affection
may cause an errection
and make my pussy wet
by cause and effect
still the best
I ever had
you drive me mad
by the thought of your touch
makes me want you so much
so much that it hurts
be wearing the short skirts
so I can be spanked
like a dirty skank
waiting to explode and explore
for you I still adore
like a wet dream
thats makes me scream
til' I cream
always and forever
Your Philippine Queen

Beautiful Soul

Beautiful Soul
Spirit so free
Natural extasy
that comes from
the beauty
within your heart
your mind
So hard to find
a spirit so kind
filled with dignity
positivity
sensitivity
that gravitates others
to your aura
your light
that shines so bright
like God's grace
in your angelic face
There is no place
where I can find
trust in a friend
to be there til' the end
This message I send
with love
and honesty
loyalty and heart
Close or far apart
I separate you from the rest
You bring out the best
For in your presence
I'm truly Blessed