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Talent Search
In past relationships it was always my responsibility to make it "work", whether it was for an education, love, lust, friendship, as a parent or in a career at the expense of my happiness. If I made a poor choice, wasn't available for the needs and wants and did not live up to the expectations of others, then I was replacable. Excuses were not permitted. It was my problem, not theirs. I didn't receive any breaks in life. And neither will you. I took my clothes off. I am as tough as a beef jerky.
A relationship is a partnership. If you and I do not share some of the same interests or do not have anything in common, then the relationship would not have a chance in hell. A match made in heaven will not be obtainable if you are too embarrassed or ashamed to reveal your identity to the public here at CM because you have interests to protect, such as a vanilla wife or a conservative career. If you cannot get as naked as a light bulb, then we are not compatable.
The current profiles bore me to tears. I feel like some of you are too skitish for my taste. If I wanted to role play a high speed car chase in an action flick, I'd consider locking you in the trunk of the car because once I got behind the wheel, you'd jump out the passenger door in a panic attack.
Roleplayers, update your public profile for advanced sensual role play. Entertain me. Find your voice to create a unique writing style. The theme should be centered around an original storyline. The genre choices to choose from are comedy, action, adventure, thriller and sci-fi. You must take several recent photographs of your real identity in costume of the character you choose to perform. I want a variety of poses that reveal to me your ability and talent to act in character. I want to see skin with a touch of class. Put a great deal of thought and practice into this assignment. The due date to post your role play profile is July 1, 2009.
I will pick the top ten winners and list them on my profile. The losers will be required to watch 40 hours of soap operas.
Fellas, lose the ties, get naked and role play.
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Bill To Collect
You're made of Visa and Master Card sitting in an air-conditioned office behind a desk trying to keep up with the Jones' living life beyond your salary charge it, charge it, charge it, charge it You had life a little too easy.
I'm made of sweat, callous and thick-skin from back-breaking hard physical labor struggling to keep up with the rent and utilities denied luxuries due to low wages hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle I had life a little too hard.
this country is a mockery the corporation went bust the judicial system is a farce law enforcement is corrupt
I have a mind of my own others do not coerce or manipulate my decisions I make my own choices with integrity this is the difference between a Dominant and a submissive
I won't hide in a church praying to a god for salvation I'll face each and every one of you for a show down take you to your knees and make you beg for mercy this is the difference between a Hero and a coward
those who are well off financially, able to pay say, "You rob peter to pay Paul." I can rob you to pay Peter and Paul this is the difference between a Saint and a sinner those who are living in poverty, not able to pay say, "You cannot squeeze blood from a turnip." I can change a turnip into a mule. this is the difference between a Master and a slave
investing in the music industry is similar to investing in stock do not put all of your money in the same basket country, soul, pop, r&b and heavy metal this is the difference between a Scholar and a fool
I know how to repair the economy when you sign the dotted line on a contract bankruptcy to be eliminated as an option an extension to be granted until paid in full this is the difference between a Leader and a follower
Bridge:
who said a canary couldn't fly? dig deep into the soul and reach for the sky b-b-bill to c-c-collect b-b-bill to c-c-collect
Pre-Chorus:
I owe people They want their money and They're coming to collect
You owe people They want their money and They're coming to collect
You owe me I want my money and I'm coming to collect
Everyone owes someone They want their money and They're coming to collect
Chorus:
Red tape is B-D-S-M b-b-bondage, b-b-bondage, b-b-bondage Red tape is B-D-S-M b-b-bondage, b-b-bondage, b-b-bondage bills, bills, bills you owe, off to work you go sing it little birdy and I'll check your flow You cannot weasel your way out of the debt this is a bill to collect in the bondage sect this is a bill to collect in the bondage sect this is a bill to collect in the bondage sect
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Femdomme Style
INTRO:
an allegory about discipline through enslavement under a Femdomme.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america and to the republic for which it stands a nation under one Goddess.
a moment of silent reflection.
should She show mercy?
Verse 1:
attention little boy I want to teach you a lesson with finesse to stun now, now don't be coy I don't preach about how to treat a Woman when parents do not teach only one of the roman for the pun no pardon anyone
Verse 2:
in the burlesque I'm the picturesque of a Femdomme whore kneel on the floor pay your tuition fee male discipline isn't tax free a stack from the benjamin franklin pretty please a freeze mr. tease
Verse 3:
freedom of the press I want to address love and romance are an illusion a twisted delusion in a frigid school marm fairytale books little boys don't read they cannot afford to go to yale from the royal hypocrite creed Cupid's bow Mistletoe Romeo
Verse 4:
hey, I'm a Lady living life in style I'll ditch mr. shady give men a smile flash them My, uh, wit and a lash from the whip write a smash hit on the slip and skip for the abuse no excuse no truce
Bridge:
whips, clamps and chains ~~ oh my! whips, clamps and chains ~~ oh my! whips, clamps and chains ~~ oh my!
Pre-chorus:
let's hear it for the Femdomme Style money, money, money feels better that a sour hunny Ladies wave your money in the air it's earned fair and square
Chorus:
in time a man will see the light learn to treat a Woman right to beg forgiveness in his plight Femdomme Style Femdomme Style Femdomme Style
Coda:
man forever from his wrongs on his knees where he belongs Femdomme Style
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Wild and Free
Verse 1:
It's a small, small, small world in the many circles that I travel stomp, shake and swing a dance, whirl'd and twirl'd highways, city streets, back-allies, country dirt and gravel everyone livin' for the night scene fun international globalization always somebody who knows someone the democratic people united under a nation
Verse 2:
I sense a little paranoia my man Sam has been naughty he lives in Chicago, Illinois, oh boy, yah, yah owns a bar, claims to be an Outlaw, low-key with a four leaf clover and lucky numbers seven 'cause he doesn't know how to drive a Harley OH MY GOD! he didn't listen to the saints in heaven! he couldn't recognize an Angel sent by Charley
Verse 3:
Uncle Jay has a message for you he is gonna hold you to your word when you are out cruizin' the avenue feelin' wild and free as a bird he was an Outlaw a man who drove a Harley with all the leather, chains and metal raw beside him drove an Angel sent by Charley
Verse 4:
He says, Never drive faster than your angel can fly thanks to the saints in heaven, mine was by my side I was never one to be gun-shy I followed my heart and let it be the guide watch out for the truckers who carry a heavy load because I knew how to handle a bike they just think they own the road after all these years, now they can take a hike
Verse 5:
Road Saints, Outlaws, Mongols and Hell's Angels stopped off for a Pepsi at the 7-eleven didn't want to drink and drive 'cause they'd go to hell OH MY GOD! listen to the saints in heaven all the bikers that drive a Harley beside them drove an Angel sent by Charley with a four leaf clover and the lucky numbers seven the younger generation should listen to Bob Marley
Bridge:
let's play, yeah, let's play you already know what I'm gonna say ready to misbehave? 'cause Uncle Jay is rock'n in his grave
Pre-Chorus:
g-g-gotcha, g-g-gotcha, g-g-gotcha gotch-ch-cha, gotch-ch-cha, gotch-ch-cha gotcha, gotcha, gotcha
Chorus:
Chicago Outlaw, it was only yesterday alone on the road feelin' wild and free cruizin' along a forgotten highway care-free and home-free Rock N Roll, baby, Rock N Roll alone on the road feelin' wild and free wild and free, wild and free, wild and free
Coda:
party hearty Easy Riders peace
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Below is an article showing that there are inexperienced players in the lifestyle.
:: Is it possible for an individual to tie one's own wrists, neck and genitals? ::
Thai police: Carradine death may be accidental
By MICHAEL CASEY, Associated Press Writer Michael Casey, Associated Press Writer – 34 mins ago
BANGKOK – The body of American actor David Carradine, best known for the 1970s TV series "Kung Fu," was found in a hotel room closet with a rope tied to his neck and genitals, and his death may have been caused by accidental suffocation, Thai police said Friday.
The 72-year-old actor's body was discovered Thursday in his luxury suite at Bangkok's Swissotel Nai Lert Park Hotel. Police initially said they suspected suicide, though Carradine's associates had questioned that theory and authorities later said no suicide note was found in his room.
Police Lt. Gen. Worapong Chewprecha told reporters that Carradine was found with a rope tied around his genitals and another rope around his neck.
"The two ropes were tied together," he said. "It is unclear whether he committed suicide or not or he died of suffocation or heart failure."
Thai police completed an autopsy on Carradine on Friday. But Police Col. Somprasong Yenthuam, superintendent of the Lumpini police station, which is handling the case, said results would not be ready for at least three weeks because the cause of death was unclear. He called the time lag "normal."
Dr. Nanthana Sirisap, director of Chulalongkorn Hospital's Autopsy Center, told reporters that the autopsy was conducted because of the "unusual circumstances surrounding Carradine's death," but did not elaborate.
Police Lt. Teerapop Luanseng had said Thursday that Carradine's body was found "naked, hanging in a closet," and that police at the time suspected suicide.
But one of Carradine's managers dismissed the theory.
"All we can say is, we know David would never have committed suicide," said Tiffany Smith of Binder & Associates, his management company. "We're just waiting for them to finish the investigation and find out what really happened. He really appreciated everything life has to give ... and that's not something David would ever do to himself."
Celebrity blogs and social networking Web sites were abuzz with news of Carradine's death, which was one of the most popular topics Friday on Twitter along with the Air France crash.
Some Twitter users expressed sadness at his death and others theorized that Carradine died attempting a sex act known as auto-erotic asphyxiation — cutting off oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal.
The practice is said to result in a form of giddiness and euphoria — similar to alcohol or drug intoxication — that enhances the sexual experience.
Carradine had flown to Thailand last week and began work on a film titled "Stretch" two days before his death, Smith said. He had several other projects lined up after the action film, which was being directed by Charles De Meaux.
Carradine was in good spirits when he left the U.S. for Thailand on May 29 to work on "Stretch," Smith said.
"David was excited to do it and excited to be a part of it," she said by phone from Beverly Hills.
Filming began Tuesday, she said, adding that the crew was devastated by Carradine's death and did not wish to speak publicly about it for the time being.
Monica Donati, a spokesman for the French film company MK2, which was making "Stretch," said in statement from Paris that the film crew in Bangkok was "clearly shocked" by Carradine's death but would finish shooting. Carradine only had three more days of filming left in Bangkok, she said.
Aurelio Giraudo, the hotel's general manager, said Carradine checked into the hotel May 31 and he last saw him June 3. He said Carradine chatted with staff and even played piano a few nights in the lobby as well as flute which the "guests really enjoyed."
"I was a fan. I had a very nice talk with him when he checked in," Giraudo told The Associated Press. "He was very much a person full of life. I mentioned to him that I had seen (the movie) "Crank" with my family and that was the last smile he gave me."
Giraudo said a chambermaid discovered Carradine's body, adding that she knocked and entered after there was no response. Police arrived shortly thereafter.
Somprasong said there was no evidence there was anyone else in the room at the time of Carradine's death.
Carradine, a martial arts practitioner himself, was best known for the U.S. TV series "Kung Fu," which aired in 1972-75. He played Kwai Chang Caine, an orphan who was raised by Shaolin monks and fled China after killing the emperor's nephew in retaliation for the murder of his kung fu master.
Carradine also appeared in more than 100 feature films with such directors as Martin Scorsese, Ingmar Bergman and Hal Ashby.
He returned to the top in recent years as the title character in Quentin Tarantino's two-part saga "Kill Bill." Bill, the worldly father figure of a pack of crack assassins, was a shadowy presence in 2003's "Kill Bill — Vol. 1." In that film, one of Bill's former assassins (Uma Thurman) begins a vengeful rampage against her old associates, including Bill. |
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Louie and Snoopie sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G 1st comes love 2nd comes marriage 3rd comes a baby carriage.
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Master Piece
Verse 1:
Man wants woman in a submissive position Or was it a missionary situation? Under his male domination Only with his special permission I'm not your immaculate creation
Verse 2:
Lookin' at me like I'm a T-bone Bent over his royal lifestyle throne In his hand he holds a wishbone Bustin' out with a jive and jam tone 'Cuz he's high on the cyber zone
Verse 3:
Babe, you'll need to do better than this Don't want to be the one to dis' Lose the tread of your K-Swiss You'll go out with a boo and a hiss Hollywood California is hit or miss
Verse 4:
No you didn't, burst the gulp Naked as a light bulb Showin' a sign of genuis Naked as a phyte pulp There is nothin' else to discuss
Bridge:
Groove, bop, bump, grind, twist, shake, shimmy that swag Groove, bop, bump, grind, twist, shake, shimmy that swag
Pre-Chorus:
Uh oh uh oh uh oh Oops oops oops Uy uy uy Bloopers and blunders Error e metadura Bloopers and blunders Error e metadura One, two, three, four Uno, dos, tres, cuatro You just got a spank Tu justo dar azotes a On an ego wank
Chorus:
Uh oh uh oh uh oh Bleep, bleep, bleep Pitido, pitido, pitido Peep, peep, peep Pio, pio, pio Master piece, master piece, master piece Maestro pieza, maestro pieza, maestro pieza No, no, no I don't do loud and vulgar, I don't think so, so, so No, no, no tu no lo los ruidosa e groseria, no creo, me parece que no, no creo D-d-duh duh duh duh duh El st-st-stup-p-pid-d-do, el stupido, el stupido
Coda:
P-p-press r-r-rel-l-lease, press release, press release C-c-comun-n-nicad-d-do, comunicado, comunicado Ch-ch-checkout M-m-mister's M-m-master P-p-piece C-c-caja S-s-senor's M-m-maestro P-p-pieza Wh-wh-what a sh-sh-shame, what a shame, shame, shame Q-q-que p-p-pena, que pena, pena, pena (repeat)
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Hispanic Blue
Verse 1:
In this life these things are certain Until the fall of the final curtain Early Monday morning off to work you go Bills, bills, bills and more bills you owe Hispanic man living the all American dream Wages underpaid from a lower class extreme In the heat of a warehouse assembly line Twelve hours a day, six days a week, rain or shine At a southend blue-collared dive Pass the time with the radio tuned in at 107.5
Verse 2:
Lack of an education or trade of skill Once in a while a siesta with Dr. Phil Hungry, high and dry in the mid of July For lunch a 7-up, Big Mac and french fry Surving in gloom, doom and a sonic boom Grab a shower in a gas station bathroom Couple changes of clothing in a sack For dinner a fish fry and a Corona six pack To help you sleep in the back of a pick-up truck Because it is a poor simple life that sux
Verse 3:
Signed a contract, couldn't read the fine print A pocket filled full of fuzz and lint Well earned raise long, long overdue With a worldview that says, "Screw you!" To hell with civil rights and free will Uncle Sam collects every 15th of April End of the struggle far off in the distance Searching for a reason of mere existence Birds cannot fly with wings clipped in a cage To die in vain at a broken down age.
Verse 4:
Lived in this country for six years Hiding in a shadow of whispers and sneers Not far from the city on a ridge Under a dark and lonely ridge Hard times for a Hispanic immigrant Teetering on the edge of a homeless blunt At night under the moon, a place to yearn A family to send every dime that you earn Across the desert away from this tale of woe Back home, home sweet home, Mexico
Bridge:
Flapping in the wind on this flagpole Rage and sorrow in the mix of R&B soul Guitar strings in a strum of Rock N Roll stream Tears and sweat in an American dream
Pre-chorus:
Driving down Parsons Avenue There is always a catch-22 Death and taxes, death and taxes Death and taxes, death and taxes
Chorus:
Patriotism with stars and stripes for the great underprivledged hype Red, white and Hispanic blue Red, white and Hispanic blue Red, white and Hispanic blue
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Our Secret
Verse 1:
We played together Dutch You and I, no one can touch. Each and every horny devil All together in the flesh to revel America the land of the free Sing and dance with me.
Verse 2:
The secret you and I share I solemnly swear You knew I'd write about now Between us wasn't an oath or vow. Under this country's cloud burst We weren't the first And we won't be the last Never to be left in the past.
Verse 3:
Under the weather in sassy blue Victoria had several secrets too. Lingerie for millions she wore Everyone begged for more in cotton, silk, satin and lace. An applaud in democratic grace.
Verse 4:
I'm just an innocent kitten Looking for the one to be smitten To me, you lied 'Cause you have something to hide I spoke the truth In the kissing booth.
Bridge:
I'll give you an aMEN! Straight from the 'Lyon's Den' Strutting the runway in leopard print Do you need another hint?
Pre-Chorus:
Baby, between the two of us is a major green back plus no fuss, no muss our secret, yeah, our secret a little hard work with no sweat Nothing that I'll regret.
Chorus:
Our secret, yeah, our secret 'Cause you made me purr when you stroked the fur Our secret, yeah, our secret 'Cause you made me roar in the Egyptian folklore.
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Trouble in Mexico
Verse 1:
At a fiesta everybody danced a salsa Laughing throughout the night Eating pizza, nachos and enchiladas In celebration of a birthright Children hit candy from a pinata.
Verse 2:
As a bachelorette I went on a date-a-thon Hombres spun around in a pirouette Until the crack of dawn I am their queen bee The American way They came into my tepee All the way from San Jose.
Verse 3:
Gregorio (Juan) told me that I was bonita He wanted me to be his momacita A seat next to my throne for an heir One moment led to an affair With a couple of different men At this time I will not pen.
Verse 4:
Suddenly the house fell to a hush Feliz hid in the brush Jose on the telephone to Mexico Armondo hid in the closet Marcos hid under the bed All the women in tears The men drank too much beer Juan packed his bags to leave town I refuse to place on his head the crown.
Verse 5:
Gregorio is pissed off He's coming to Columbus An imposter stole his woman when he was in Chicago It was neither Clyde nor Raymond.
Verse 6:
Martinez is Mexican angry with the entire family Pounding his fists on the walls and door Everyone winced, there's going to be a fight The family ducked and hit the floor Juan disappeared into the night.
Bridge:
We don't want a family fued I prefer peace over slaughter I'll look nearest Saint Jude Blood is thicker than Holy Water.
Chorus:
I'm too much trouble in Mexico I'm too much trouble in Mexico I'm too much trouble in Mexico
(And I was the sober one, go figure.)
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Assyrian Stud
Verse 1:
I don't think that you could be any Lady's beau Biggest flirt in Chicago that I know Love a Woman then toss her on the street as a stray You stay in shape by running away She tried to put a wedding band on his finger You're a real heart stinger.
Verse 2:
A prime time newsflash Watch me give these boys a tongue lash Put an end to this childish riff-raff Sit back and have a good laugh Once upon I gave you the same Baby, one more time for the Hall of Shame.
Verse 3:
Did Mr. Penis shrivel up With an infestation of the crup? Or still as healthy as a stud in a stallion blood? I like my man Lysol clean And firm muscle lean.
Verse 4:
I want to see you sweat You don't have any regret You like it rough 'Cause you're tough Erase all their doubt While you work it out.
Bridge:
Get down on the ground Before I send you to the dog pound Give me fifty and another fifty Push it up, push it up, push it up Pump it up, pump it up, pump it up
Pre-Chorus:
Sam is so, so, so fine And he was mine Yeah, yeah, yeah, an Assyrian stud yeah, yeah, yeah Uh huh, mum mum mum, uh huh mum mum mummmmmm
Chorus:
A taste of sweet Hunny Young, dumb and full of yum-yum, full of yum-yum, full of yum-yum Uh huh, mum mum mum, uh huh, mum mum mummmmmm
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baby boy bunting
Verse 1:
Listen to me, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you It's all about the battle between the sexes male against female, male against female Who is right and who is wrong? The dominant between the two.
Verse 2:
Lesson number one, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you worship a Woman like a rose with all the thorns that prick a finger She is your salvation.
Verse 3:
Lesson number two, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you worship a Woman like Mother Earth the fertility Goddess She is your salvation.
Verse 4:
Lesson number three, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you worship a Woman like a crusifix hanging on a gold chain She is your salvation.
Verse 5:
Lesson number four, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you worship a Woman like a saint, a star in heaven She is your salvation.
Verse 6:
Lesson number five, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you worship a Woman like a Diva made of platinum gold She is your salvation.
Verse 7:
Listen to me, baby boy bunting, this song is just for you It's all about the battle between the sexes male against female, male against female Who is right and who is wrong? The dominant between the two.
Bridge:
b-i-n-g-o b-i-n-g-o treat a Woman with respect Or you will lose her forever b-i-n-g-o b-i-n-g-o
Pre-Chorus:
Oh, oh, oh, oh bingo was his name-Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh When his penis went limp-Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh he lost his Woman to Rock-N-Roll
Chorus:
Oh, oh, oh, oh Rock-N-Roll is her name-Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Rock-N-Roll is her name-Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Rock-N-Roll is her name-Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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A Lovebite (Revised)
Verse 1:
I was walking home when I passed him By chance my eyes met his A Latin Pedro caught me a bit by surprise Drove me in a pick-up wearing 501 Levi's I don't know the reason I don't know the reason My crazy life! Give me a lovebite It feels so right.
Verse 2:
Just to touch my milky-white skin He gave me a push-up for a kiss And another and another and another To say he loved me more than any other He must have said it for a reason He must have said it for a reason My crazy life! Give me a lovebite It feels so right.
Verse 3:
Where do we go from here? To wipe away your tear You and I want to feel alive Today through song we thrive Just to have a reason Just to have a reason My crazy life! Give me a lovebite It feels so right.
Verse 4:
For a touch and an embrace In our saving grace Through the stormy weather A song to keep body and soul together Love is a reason Love is a reason Our crazy life! Give me a lovebite It feels so right.
Bridge:
Let's dance! Step by step Arm in arm Face to face Hand in hand Let's dance! Step by step Arm in arm Face to face Hand in hand.
Pre-Chorus:
Our crazy life! Our crazy life! Our crazy life!
Chorus:
A Latin Pedro gave me a lovebite 'Cause it felt so right a lovebite a lovebite a lovebite
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Wild Card
Verse 1:
threw it all away for the rush in the play at a casino my guapo reno won a little and lost a lot never a second thought you're one to take a risk yeah, yeah on a tsk tsk tsk.
Verse 2:
lose the tie 'cause this just doesn't fly without a scotch and drown to help you wind down bit by bit by bit on the split, on the split I'm one to take a risk yeah, yeah on a tsk tsk tsk.
Verse 3:
I'm on a mission to bend you into submission I'm going to exploit you I've earned my due been there and done that tit for tat, tit for tat I'm one to take a risk yeah, yeah on a tsk tsk tsk.
Verse 4:
a leather collar around your neck put you in check roped 'til you're knot numb My name stamped on your bottom everything for the money naked at Collar Me, naked at Collar Me We know how to take a risk yeah, yeah on a tsk tsk tsk.
Verse 5:
check out this firm hand I'm made of name brand fold you and check you hit you and raise you to a paradise fire and ice, fire and ice you're one to take a risk yeah, yeah on a tsk tsk tsk.
Bridge:
for the glamor and the glitz put your money where your mouth is the slots are a fold music is made of solid gold
Pre-Chorus:
play this Wild card you'll fall hard to compliment your trump minus the old grump eating the caviar in a poker star.
Chorus:
play the Wild card for the hot rush a royal straight flush play this Wild card play this Wild card play this Wild card.
Coda:
all hearts, baby, from a sweetheart listen to this heart beat hugs and kisses
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Horny Devil
Verse 1:
Horny Devil Liar, liar, liar Pants of fire Stop jerking my chain Or I'll flush you down the drain And baptize you Until pure, good and true.
Verse 2:
Horny Devil Liar, liar, liar Pants on a live wire Stop being so vain Or I'll bend you over for the cane And chastise you Until pure, good and true.
Verse 3:
Horny Devil Liar, liar, liar Pants on a sly purr Stop with the feign Or I'll use my brain And hypnotize you Until pure, good and true.
Verse 4:
Horny Devil Liar, liar, liar Pants on a church choir During our reign Or I'll use heaven's gain To harmonize you Until pure, good and true.
Bridge:
Caught you with your pants down when you came to town You're cute when you blush On a sugar rush Let everyone take a peek At your red hot butt cheek.
Chorus:
You're just a Horny Devil In the flesh to revel You're just a Horny Devil You're just a Horny Devil You're just a Horny Devil
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Hot Wheels
Verse 1:
mr. shady from haiti I'll spin a 180 back to a Foxy Lady the checkered flag is the real deal one lyrical guarantee mixing a CD together we'll be worry-free I won't give you a lift when we're on the rift I'm on the drift racing with the gift squealing tires is foreplay to the ear it's my forte' with you on my rear
Verse 2:
get a grip set our soul free let it rip all the way to the VIP got nerve, gas pedal floored, pass don juan take that curve just like jeff gordon all on the side panel with dupont show the crowd a daredevil stunt what's a fueling? dave's a drooling what's a ruling? boy's are dueling over the Female Supreme, a rich boy's wet-dream flowing a rhyme scheme in the mainstream
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this isn't spinach, popeye fresh from the oven homemade cherry pie and apple pie strawberry wine with a can of whipped cream bruno is hot under the collar from the rise of steam now that they have a whiff of the flavor they don't want to waste the savor blowing whistles, giving gifts and sending winks telling me about all their secret kinks blowing kisses, giving hugs and making love wishing on all the stars, playing to heaven up above
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Ladies arm-in-arm with their wise-guys the whisper of a rumor drifting on a sigh it doesn't matter to them about right or wrong they just want to sing along everyone dancing under a moonbeam living the life in a pipedream as a clubber in a game with the players when I burn rubber, I peel away the layers all the flirts on the cyber highway speed on the play take their breath away
Bridge:
and the heart beats faster and faster and faster and faster heart beats faster and faster and faster beats faster and faster
Pre-Chorus:
rod when you circle the track turning gold stock home I won't cut you any slack spinniny shiny silver chrome yeah, yeah, you've got something to prove passing your NASCAR move in a gear shift groove
Chorus:
a hot rod driving hot wheels a hot rod driving hot wheels a hot rod driving hot wheels
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Foxy Lady
Verse 1:
Rich little boy dave Watch me as I wave Goodbye to you In a smoke of strobe light blue I'm tired of swinging around the pole For good old time Rock N Roll Tired of pouring drinks for these fellas The other girls are jealous They use the drugs, I use my brain If I wait, I'll miss the train.
Verse 2:
These guys don't have any money They don't want to be my Hunny I'm looking for first class They're looking for a piece of ass Out on a rolling stone When their wives are home alone Taking care of the babies I don't want any maybe's.
Verse 3:
I have bigger dreams I'm not into these extremes I hate this neighborhood I want to go to Hollywood Write for the silve screen Make a wad of green The girls are turning me red You know what they said.
Verse 4:
I know you got it going on I'm not another lil' girl's pawn I'm married and I don't cheat These six inch stilettos hurt my feet Do you want me to break my neck? You don't keep the girls in check! They're rippin you off You laugh about it on the golf.
Verse 5:
Your friend the trucker Is a little thumb sucker When you're broke You'll use a smooth stroke And kiss my ass 'Cause you like platinum gold class The reason you own the club Rich little boy flub.
Bridge:
Dancing toe to toe I'll never say I told you so You don't like a nag I don't usually brag
Pre-Chorus:
Baby, I'll sing it Baby, I'll sing it Baby, I'll sing it
Chorus:
I don't want to be your Foxy Lady I don't want to be your Foxy Lady I don't want to be your Foxy Lady.
Coda:
Keep your vampyre hanger-on See you later, I'm gone.
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Phoenix on the Rise
Verse 1:
When you came into the club Burnin' cash on a ticket stub Riskin' everything on a dice roll With music in your heart and soul Never knowin' about being poor Your tongue dropped to the floor You followed me home Packin' a touch of Hunny comb.
Verse 2:
You think you are so slick With the boys out on a kick When I put the peddle To the metal You met your match I'm not the one to catch You bit the dust A real a ball bust.
Verse 3:
A chick gave you the brush-off With a laugh and a scoff The chase that makes you hot Especially after you bought me a shot I was too fast for you Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo You know the story No guts, no glory.
Verse 4:
You lost the race 'Cause you didn't pick up the pace You called in your boys The little thumb sucking toys For a scratch and a sniff In a panic attack stiff The high speed chase was on Even after I was gone.
Verse 5:
Waiting for the right moment And every intent With my eye on the prize From the ashes I rise A dance diva from the past In a Rock N Roll blast Taking the same route To call you out.
Bridge:
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na You can't catch me Wimpy, wimpy, wimpy, wimpy, wimpy, wimpy.
Pre-Chorus:
Bring it on one more time Under the stars in the sky Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly With rhythm and a little rhyme. Bring it on one more time Under the stars in the sky Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly With rhythm and a little rhyme.
Chorus:
As a phoenix on the rise As a phoenix on the rise As a phoenix on the rise.
Coda:
Watch them bite my dust Watch them bite my dust Watch them bite my dust.
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Crack of the Whip
Verse 1:
Life has been an unfortunate waste On the men who left a bitter taste One plus two equals three The start of my own family tree Four plus five equals nine There were many who crossed the line.
Verse 2:
At age forty, I've lost count A Zion in the paramount It's been one man after another Sometimes I wonder why I bother Over and over I played their sex game Now they place on me the blame.
Verse 3:
The price in the search for love is too high I've become so hard and tough, I cannot cry Went from G to tripple X living a life of vanilla What is a Woman to do with a fella? Men have become standoffish and crass. The only thing left to do is whip their ass.
Verse 4:
You are just another guy Who told one more lie One for each song To hell with every single wrong Always looking for a good time I'm running out of rhyme.
Bridge:
Lemons and limes. Lemons and limes. Lemons and limes. I'll mix the citris with my song. Dance around with a whip in a thong. No, no, no, no I didn't find my Hunny Now, I'm all about the money.
Pre-Chorus:
You can look but you cannot touch. Since your love is a price too much Let the money drop Let the money drop Let the money drop Don't stop Don't stop Dont't stop
Chorus:
Feel the crack of the whip, baby Yeah, it's the crack of the whip The crack of the whip The crack of the whip The crack of the whip
Coda:
And I'm going to whip your ass.
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Switch
Verse 1:
You are guilty as sin! Let's roleplay again. As a Femdomme whore to educate the rich and poor. I possess the game of skill to give an ultimate thrill. Tell me each and every kink. Good and bad are in sync.
Verse 2:
Follow the law of protocol. Chastity is for those who fall. I'll be a nun, you a pope. Two bound together by rope. Voyeurs can keep score in a game of tug-of-war for the balance of power. Switch, if the vow were to revel in the flesh. We'll wear latex in cuff and mesh.
Verse 3:
We can swing and swap from the bottom to the top. Use whip, clamp and chain as long as it is safe and sane. Back and forth until we both give in for the real dance skin to skin. Never to be bondage free in the Lifestyle at collar me.
Verse 4:
You will bow down for all to see. Where you belong on your knee. Then crawl across the floor. So you can beg for more. All the way to the apple core. Forevermore, forevermore.
Chorus:
Switch with me baby, switch. Tell me where you itch. I'll tell you my pitch. Switch with me baby, switch. Switch with me baby, switch. Switch, switch, switch
Coda:
Together, we'll play all day long. Together, we'll play all day long. Together, we'll play all day long.
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BDSM
Bound tight in bondage. Dom/Dommes are donned judge. Subs and slaves know the pain. Masters are the ones who reign.
FUCK
Found unlawful carnal knowledge Under the Tree of Knowledge Columbus State Community College. Kinky sex for students in college.
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Lord
Lord who sits in Silence At the dawn, west, of sky per hence On the royal Lifestyle throne In his hand he holds a limp bone Fake, fake, fake away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
Sadist
Sadist who craves a fresh torture When I'm gone, in pain he'll be for sure There is not any romantic gain. With the inflict of mental and physical pain. walk, walk, walk away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
Devil
Devil on Earth I did not create. You are not my fate. Me, you cannot resist. Evil will not exist. Cast, cast, cast away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
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Ace
Ace the first in the deck. A Spade is only a black speck. It wasn't a love so true. I'm a wild card that trumps you. Turn, turn, turn away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
Magician
Magician with a bag to trick. You think you are slick. Wiffle dust is in my reach. My Dad did teach. I know your magic. Isn't that tragic! Hocus, hocus, hocus away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper Your fee.
Shadow
Shadow hidden in a dark corner To plague a mourner Where the sun doesn't shine In the Sword at nine Fade, fade, fade away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
Wolves
Wolves that stalk their prey You have lost your way. Beast in the animal kingdom Remember the eagle wing to come. Run, run, run away from me. A time waster who played for free. Pay the Piper your fee.
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Horny Devil
Liar, liar, liar Pants on fire Stop jerking on my chain Or I'll flush you down the drain And Baptise you Until you're pure, good and true.
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Song 9: In The Wild, Wild West
Verse 1:
As a descendant from a long, long line of bad boys, it's told through the grape vine about a genuine love story from a time in American history when a man took advantage of virtue, a father would defend a daughter true.
Verse 2:
No two people are a perfect fit. Hearts stir in the heat of a moonlit sky--- love, love, love is hit and miss. The sweet and sour of simple bliss. An ache that never goes away, it yearns. When the flames on a fire burns, everything else becomes a blurr except the whispers between lovers.
Verse 3:
Take a bite of the forbidden apple all the guns will be at the chapel. To unite flesh and blood in the symbol of a rosebud. As the wild west wind blows at dawn when the rooster crows. Rose petals from the stem that shed a bride and groom to be wed.
Verse 4:
Pistons aimed toward the sky knot to knot for truth or lie. Rose petals adrift on the wind for the couple who sinned. Lore brawl and gulf spur gone by. Floral and sulfur soar on high. To sanctify and bless the union. Lovers, stem and barrel, rose to gun.
Chorus:
A shotgun wedding in the wild, wild west. Feel the rhythm of guns and roses. Both are music to our ears. Drown out the tears and fears. Feel the rhythm of guns and roses. A shotgun wedding in the wild, wild west, in the wild, wild west, in the wild, wild west.
Bridge:
A shotgun wedding in the wild, wild west. Bang, bang baby, bang, bang. Gang with gang the bands sang. Bang, bang baby, bang, bang. And the church bells rang. Bang, bang baby, bang, bang. A shotgun wedding in the wild, wild west.
Coda:
Yesterday through tomorrow, all for the pulse of rhythm, baby, rhythm. A celebration between us and them. Heaven and hell knows on the wings of a dove. Friends and foes know about love. A celebration between us and them. All for the pulse of rhythm, baby, rhythm, yesterday through tomorrow.
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Song 8:
ON THE ROAD WITH HARLEY Tribute to Harley Davidson
Verse 1:
On the road with Harley pride uniting on Sunday afternoon for a joyride in the month of June two by two and side by side. In a lifestyle with zeal is Heaven on two wheels riding in the Harley stride.
Verse 2:
On the road with Harley pride mile by mile morning 'til night through city in neon of light out into the large worldwide. In a lifestyle with zeal is Heaven on two wheels riding in the Harley stride.
Verse 3:
On the road with Harley pride stealthy and sleek as a jaguar under the moon and stars moving toward the wilder side. In a lifestyle with zeal is Heaven on two wheels riding in the Harley stride.
Verse 4:
On the road with Harley pride camping at twilight on roadside near the mountain peaks glorified from ocean to desert far and wide. In a lifestyle with zeal is Heaven on two wheels riding in the Harley stride.
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Song 7:
RIDE WITH AN OUTRIDER
Pre Chorus:
Ride with an Outrider. A biker chick with class. Fill the tank up with gas. You cannot outride me, baby. So, ride with me, baby.
Chorus:
Ride with an Outrider. An omen from the 'Lyon's Den.' I'll tell you when I took the Devil to his knees. He cried, "Oh, please, baby, please."
Bridge:
Riptide, yeah, let's riptide, riptide. Glide, glide with me on the inside. Slide, slide with me on the outside. 'Cause I'll turn you inside out. Riptide, yeah, let's riptide, riptide.
Coda:
Dance with me in my playpen And you'll remember when all over again and again and again. Ride with an Outrider. Ride with an Outrider. Ride with an Outrider.
Verse 1:
(Bridge) Wild Man wants to take a joyride. Peering at me eagle-eyed and a little tongue-tied. Wild Man wants to take a joyride. (Prechorus) (Chorus)
Verse 2:
(Bridge) Wild Man wants me to handguide. Peering at me eagle-eyed and a little tongue-tied. Wild Man wants me to handguide. (Prechorus) (Chorus)
Verse 3:
(Bridge) Wild Man wants to go on a landslide. Peering at me eagle-eyed and a little tongue-tied. Wild Man wants to go on a landslide. (Prechorus) (Chorus) (Coda)
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Song 6:
NAUGHTY BOY
Chorus:
He was a naughty boy. And he wasn't a bit coy. He wanted to be my toy. One I did enjoy. A very naughty, naughty boy. Oh, oh, oh, so, so, so naughty.
Bridge:
I'm a free-faller. I'm a free-faller. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby free-faller, free-faller, free-faller.
Verse 1:
(bridge) Once upon a time on a mountain climb once in a lifetime one more time every time, sublime. (chorus)
Verse 2:
(bridge) Took me to a fool's paradise. Not once, not twice, but thrice. I melted in his arms to be precise. Like fire against ice. Yeah, fire against ice. (chorus)
Verse 3:
(bridge) It was heavenly bliss wrapped up in his kiss. It was heavenly bliss wrapped up in his kiss. (chorus)
Verse 4:
(bridge) All night long it spanned with a lover of name brand. This type of man is in demand. You have to understand I was in quicksand. (chorus)
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Song 5:
BORN ON A HARLEY
Verse 1:
I was born on a Harley. The hypocrite of scorn is a thorn in my ass. I was born or a Harley. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. And you love it. You know it. Baby, I'm the one you covet.
Verse 2:
I was born on a Harley. To feel alive, alive, alive. Take me on a test drive. I was born on a Harley. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. And you love it. You know it. Baby, I'm the one you covet.
Verse 3:
I was born on a Harley. To be wild and free. A moonchild, kiss me. I was born on a Harley. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. And you love it. You know it. Baby, I'm the one you covet.
Verse 4:
I was born on a Harley. To wear boots and leather. Spin tires and burn rubber. I was born on a Harley. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. And you love it. You know it. Baby, I'm the one you covet.
Verse 5:
I was born on a Harley. To do the hanky-panky. You're not going to spank me. I was born on a Harley. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I'm a bad, bad girl. And you love it. You know it. Baby, I'm the one you covet.
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Song 4:
An Ordinary Male
Chorus:
Oh, Vanilla is my biggest pitfall. Vanilla is an ordinary male. Oh, Vanilla is nothing other than ordinary. Oh, an ordinary male Yes, Vanilla is my biggest pitfall.
Verse 1:
Only being vanilla can reinforce a deep ingrained animal instinct. Within the laws of attraction letting nature take its natural coarse. (chorus)
Verse 2:
Under each unique circumstance, for one to fall into the arms of another in lust and desire in lust and desire It's the same ole song and dance. (chorus)
Verse 3:
Vanilla doesn't give it a chance, for a relationship to bloom from a jump in the hay to a courtship of love and romance. (chorus)
Verse 4:
Forgive me, forgive me, for not feeling special. We're just friends with benefits. 'Cause his heart doesn't belong to me. (chorus)
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Song 3:
The Hot Mexican
Chorus:
Love was not in the air for me and the hot Mexican. Love was not in the air for me and the hot Mexican. Love oh love oh love wasn't anywhere. Only the fun in a dare for me and the hot Mexican.
Verse 1:
Of me he did not beware, the hot Mexican him I did ensnare on a double, double dare. (chorus)
Verse 2:
In the room to me he came, the hot Mexican. The fire in his pants set me aflame. Without an ounce of shame. (chorus)
Verse 3:
Him a breed so rare, the hot Mexican. Oh no, he didn't play fair on a double, double dare. (chorus)
Verse 4:
Entwined in a sex game, the hot Mexican, blindfolded for me to claim without an ounce of shame. (chorus)
Verse 5:
Duck taped to a chair, the hot Mexican, I decided to share on a double, double dare. (chorus)
Verse 6:
Tarzan for me to tame, the hot Mexican, who did not tell me his name without an ounce of shame. (chorus)
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Song 2:
I Got The Power
Verse 1:
here are all the riders from the ghost town hell's angel, road saint, mongol and outlaw it's time for me to tell the low down I'm going to give it to you raw show the people the harley pride the rough and the tough who do not free load let the soul be your guide tell them about the gypsy on the road
Verse 2:
do I have a volunteer? a suitor to fit My niche do I have a volunteer? a scratch for an itch I'm equip with the gear do you want a taste of tribute? Me, baby, you do not fear kneel at my boot
Verse 3:
number one rule of thumb if I hear the rush of an ego trip you'll feel the wind from the snap of my whip the beast inside you must tame one day you will meet a roman 'cause it gets ugly in the game when everyone wants your Woman
Verse 4:
in all this stardust which is a truth or a lie? who can you trust? with people on the pry when life is misunderstood there is a cheat, a liar and a thief and it's goodbye to the brotherhood leave behind in yesterday the grief
Verse 5:
I want the groom on his knees never forget to say to your Wife please, thank you and pardon me through the years of strife if you want to have a good time remember the dirty at collar me during the youth through the prime knowing that she is a Queen Bee
Bridge:
"Birds of a feather flock together." Altogether, now! birds of a feather, I got the power I got the power kiss the leather kiss the leather
Pre-Chorus:
'cause you know I'm hot, yeah, I'm hot baby and you want it when you can't have it especially around the seven year itch when you're overwhelmed with work and life has grown stale you've tried to reconcile differences but all seems to fail
Chorus:
"Birds of a feather flock together." I'm not a bird and I don't like to flock because birds peck one another I've been deterred and I want to rock, I got the power I got the power
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Song 1:
If I Had A Dollar
Chorus:
If I had a dollar, if I had a dollar, if I had a dollar for every single pitiful day of squalor I could claim fame to fortune. Place blame for many to shame. This I guarentee. This I guarentee. Tip me, baby, tip me.
Verse 1:
If I had a dollar for every sweet, sweet Valentine who fed me some line I'd have acquired a gold mine. (chorus)
Verse 2:
If I had a dollar for every sad song written for a guitar but chose to throw away I'd be a rock star. (chorus)
Verse 3:
If I had a dollar for every page in the memoir all about my life day to day I'd be a movie star. (chorus)
Verse 4:
If I had a dollar for every politician of pedigree with red tape as a forte I'd be a scholar with a degree. (chorus)
Verse 5:
If I had a dollar for every white-collared VIP who rubbed me the wrong way I'd be in Forbes Magazine. (chorus)
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An update for those who are curious about the progress of my work related to the lifestyle is flowing smoothly from my pen. The book of Rock-N-Roll lyrics titled, An Orgasm Uncensored is rockin the BDSM community.
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Oh, what will I do this weekend? lol |
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Another one bites the dust. |
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"You can not destroy one who has dreamed a dream like mine."
("Gaa wiin daa-aangoshkigaazo ahaw enaabiyaan gaa-inaabid.") |
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With his permission, copied and pasted from MisterHolts journal entry.
Heres a little tidbit I thought everyone might like to know..!!! Being originally from the East Coast I guess I'm kinda privy to a few things .. so heres one of 'em that I have known for quite some time now.. Do you know where the latest fashion trend for wearing your jeans waay below the crack of your ass came from?? I know you know the look... its so popular right now... :) No? Have no idea.. ??? Care to take a guess?? No huh? Well allow MisterHolt to fill you in!! Its from Rikers Island. Rikers Island, for all of you who dont know.. is New York City's largest jail facility. It sits on the East River between Queens and the Bronx. Its a tough tough jail. In fact, they dont come much tougher than Rikers. The inmates started wearing their pant uniforms below their ass to.. get this.. -to inform the other inmates that they were "AVAILABLE". Yes, you read that right. It was a way of announcing 'I am ready for the taking.' :) It was the gay inmates who came up with it obviously. Which shouldnt be THAT much of a surprise.. after all, many of our trends come from gay men.. BUT this one is particularly shocking and funny to me. That is the absolute truth of where it originated. So to see these boys wearing their pants at their knees makes me laugh so hard.. because you have to know that if they really knew what it meant.. being the macho dudes that they obviously are.. they'd be pulling those pants up to their earlobes!!!! so .. there ya go.. and hey.. the next tme you see a kid wearing those low riders.. tap him on the shoulder and tell him where it came from! :) :) |
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Cinquain
Rule of thumb: A five-line poem of one or two sentences with twenty-two syllables divided in this way:
Line 1 : 2 syllables Line 2 : 4 syllables Line 3 : 6 syllables Line 4 : 8 syllables Line 5 : 2 syllables
TRIBUTE
Mark Twain Wrote Emmeline Died for the want of rhyme. To pen a lament for the dead, “Whistler.”
Bereft--- Poor Emmeline, Pined away on a rhyme. Pen a elegy for the dead, “Whistler.”
Some day The dead, “Whistler,” A elegy to pen! For a rhyme, poor Emmeline pined Away.
After Time she did die Poor, poor, poor Emmeline Could not find a rhyme for the dead, “Whistler.”
In vain Here to say both\ Wrong, Emmeline and Twain. For the want of a rhyme is a Real pain.
Poet, Drove me insane For the want of a rhyme, A true rhyme for the dead, “Whistler.” Know it?
Lisa Bellomy Copyright August 15, 2008 |
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Recruiting Vanilla People into the Lifestyle by MaximusT
Sexual thoughts are very powerful. When someone with more traditional and conservative sexual practices and viewpoints peeks into the world of BDSM and eroticism, they may see a world that is highly erotic with endless sexual possibilities or a world that is scary, dark and dangerous.
The world of eroticism is vast and encompasses so many things. It is not something you put your arms around and understand in one day, a week or even a month. There is so much to learn and so much to explore. There are things that go beyond the conventional and push people into opening their minds about sex and sexual issues and there are things that take on the same meaning in a vanilla sexual world but just called something else.
The first message that must be conveyed to someone interested in eroticism is to tell them that for the most part, it is a world that is safe, sane and consensual for the most part. It is a world that goes beyond the physical and integrates the psychological aspect of sex and sexual activities. It is a world that goes beyond traditional sexual activities and into deeper aspects of the human psyche.
It is important to let them know there are two important aspects of eroticism, the physical and the psychological. I would explain that the two are interconnected and they can take it to whatever level they are comfortable with. Explaining that vanilla people might think of things like pain as a negative and generally it is. But in eroticism, pain can be pleasure because it is linked to some positive connection with your partner on the psychological side. It is where the physical crosses over into the psychological and becomes something positive.
In eroticism, it is important to keep an open mind and not be judgmental. What brings pleasure to some people may seem disgusting, gross or inappropriate to others. It is important to be accepting of people’s fetishes, thoughts and desires as their own and respect that it is ok. Once they get past being judgmental toward someone who has different viewpoints and practices than their own or the norm, then they can fully start to learn about the world or eroticism and BDSM where there is no norm.
I would ask a vanilla person what stimulates their mind in terms of sex and sexual activities. I would try to connect as many of their thoughts with those of eroticism and show them how they can take it even further and have an even better experience.
I would look at their personality and get a handle on what they are like, are they more Type A or more Type B. I would explain to them the issue of dominant and submissive personalities and how both can be rewarding. I would explain to them that one type of personality is not better than the other. I’d explain how they get pleasure and satisfaction from how they are as a person and this can translate into eroticism and make for a fantastic experience that will blow their mind.
Copyright 2008
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You'd Be a Poet, But You Hear It's Tough?
You'd be a poet, but you hear it's tough? No problem. Just be strict about one rule: No high-flown words, unless your aim is fluff; The hard thought needs the naked syllable. For giggles, gauds like pseudoanti- disestablishment fulfill the purpose well; But when you go for guts, the big words miss: Trade "pandemonic regions" in for "hell."
... Important poems? Oh ... excuse the snort ... Sack scansion, then---and grammar, sense, and rhyme. They only lie around to spoil the sport--- They're potholes on the road to the sublime.
And poets with important things to say Don't write Important Poems anyway.
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All idiots will be directed to the recycle bin. |
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I did not write this piece. A friend of mine did. I want to share it because I feel that he is an individual with talent who knows how to express himself.
Ring Of Gold
Ring of gold upon my hand, have you seen my wedding band? Faith an hope, love and cherish, this, a symbol of our marriage.
Tarnished, worn, and lost you see, A symbol of your love for me.
Ring of gold upon my hand, gone, it's gone, my love for thee.
Mike Murphy, Canada copyright 3/02/02 |
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Trip to the Other Side In Memory of Punky
An adventure lie ahead at a fork in a road. You held a compass in hand pondering north and south. A smile curved on your lips, then you waved goodbye.
On a morning unlike any other where palms and seashells graced a sandy shore. The frost of dew covered sheets of metal and steel on a high rise standing tall.
You rode a lift six stories above fenders and asphalt. In one brisk step your foot slipped from beneath. Over the side you tumbled grabbing hold of the edge above.
You cried out for help. Another came to aid with the hand of bravery... He too screamed as he fell. No harness and the pull of gravity took you both to the other side.
Me Copyright 2003 |
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ATTENTION LIFESTYLERS
I want to take a vanilla-to-vanilla approach to this next essay. I know that might sound strange because you are a lifestyler. You were vanilla before you became a lifestyler. Pretend you are in the vanilla world recruiting vanilla people into the lifestyle. What techniques would you use to convert vanilla people into the lifestyle? |
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Any 'real' Doms, please feel free to contact me. It seems when I contact profiles that say the individual is experienced, when the pressure is on, they end communication. |
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I've struck some nerves. Buyah! Now, go away and e-mail someone who really cares
And another thing, if I receive another Happy 4th of July e-mail I'm going to scream. I no longer celebrate this holiday. |
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Below I have copied and pasted an e-mail that I received today:
[You cannot respond to this message because the account no longer exists]
Males who are tough, rugged and dangerous have always taken my breath away. But things seem to never work out for one reason or another.
The answer to that is simple and is why so many women never find their true mate or get divorced.
The only comment that I have for this message is to say that the person who sent this message in response to a statement that I made in my profile must feel rejected since I cannot respond because the account no longer exists. I will say that people form opinions based on assumptions and not the FACTS. Especially people who think they know who I am and what I "want." I can assure you that you are delusional to think that I would be happy with:
1. A fat slob that I do not have an ounce of attraction for. The relationship would be doomed from the beginning because the sight of him would repulse me. I would not and could not be intimate with someone who is overweight.
2. An over-zealous police officer or soldier with an inflated ego who thinks that they are above the law because one wears a uniform.
3. An attorney who doesn't know how to tell the truth.
4. A politician who has more concern for the amount of votes he/she has accumulated instead of balancing the deficit.
5. A nobody who will propose to a woman without going on a date with her first. It wasn't even a proposal, it was an ultimatum. Oh, the romantic Don Juan swept me off of my feet, NOT.
6. A stud who is a narcissist couldn't love anyone but himself.
7. The driven entrepreneur who doesn’t have the time to pursue a relationship because his career is more important.
8. The one with no bling, ching, ring, or anything happening couldn’t take my breath away.
9. A person who cannot discern a right from a wrong, even when it means going against social normalcies couldn't hold my attention for more than five seconds. And he thought that it was due to my ADD. I think he has ADD, too because he wasn't focusing on the real issues.
10. A doctor who will not admit to the fault of a medical malpractice because he fears a law suit.
I am tired of explaining myself to others. Get a life. There isn't a connection between you and I. |
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At this very moment, I am taking a vow of silence. Do not insult me. I will not negotiate with "kidnappers," or fakes, cheats and liars.
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Alright people, I do not have "stupid" tatooed on my forehead. |
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I'm beginning to suspect that all the photos on the profiles of attractive people must be porn stars. How do I get a date with one of them? Do I have to rent the flick or can rent the actual person? LOL |
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Write an essay on what the discipinary action through the judicial system should be brought against an individual who commits fraud, slander, defamation of character, deceit, forgery, betrayal of confidentiality, breach of contract to prove someone unfit to gain custody of children who are not any blood relation because he has been rejected by that person. This individual then brainwashes the children through military cult like techniques, advises them to go through personal adult papers and computer files to report the information back to him to use it against you in court. After gaining access to this material denies letting the parent see the children. |
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Anyone who wishes to challenge the answers that I provided to the questions in my profile, please research the website below further:
http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/
I did not come to collarme to hold Sunday mass. I posted the questions and answers for other reasons. |
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ATTENTION:
I did not invite anyone to real time yet!
I invited you to collarme to read a particular piece.
Since you are new to the scene and not aware of the protocol, I will let this one offense slide. You guys are timid and skitish. I will not mention any names. You know who you are, and you know that I know who you are.
Follow my directions precisley to participate in this adult play. Answer the questions. You do not have any knowledge about the line of role play I have in mind.
Helpful Hint: Do your homework.
I do not scare easily. Guys, only teenagers ring doorbells in the late hours of the night, then run. Geesh! My heart didn't even skip a beat. I was even watching a rerun of an old favorite, Red Rose. You were more afraid of getting caught. You're busted.
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Today in an e-mail, I received an invitation to visit the FemDomme Society. I viewed a photo that did not render me speechless. Though it did trigger memories of a cat's tail falling off from a lack of circulation. Fellas a eunich would not be of any value to me. LOL |
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Spirituality
A long, long time ago, Jesus Christ as my savoir broke the chains of bondage. A spirit adrift the wind, I died and was reborn.
To find my true identity, I walk amid two worlds of the living and the dead. On a rite of passage with a guardian angel as my shield.
Neither curse, nor law will tame a savage Indian free where the wild beasts roam. For gnosis has made me wise beyond years of the Ancestors.
Saints in Heaven reject me. I do not fear Jehovah. Demons in Hell despise me. I am not evil. Blessed be, Phleroma!
Eternal and immortal; forever a Gnostic. Resting in a Paradise of my own creation. I am a Goddess.
Ó January 10, 2008 Me |
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A Cameo of the Ballerina
The silhouette stands in the darkness of the recite: A rustling of leaves on the wind began to play when a beam of light lit across the stage way; Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, Darling is her delicate parallel on tip-toes. Natural beauty and grace that Airielle bestows. Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, She flutters on air with a sauté on high. As if a butterfly on the breath of a wispy sigh. Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, Soubersaulting with effortless flight. Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, Her virtuous aura radiates. In a nimble pirouette she rotates. Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, Pas de bourrees. Glissading with brisk finesse. Mince ... mince ... mince ... arabesque, Plie’, curtsy, motionless. A curtain falls veiling a poem without words to write. Applause.
copyright 1996 Me |
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[The mood I'm in today.]
I'm wound tighter than a jack-in-the-box!
Do you know what that means? What happens when you wind a toy too tight??
LOL |
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For all those wondering where I've been, my computer is in the shop once again. This time the mother board is being replaced. I won't be back online for another week.
Happy New Year everyone!
I know I will. Thank you Santa Claus. ::kiss kiss::
Here's one for the Harlem Globe Trotter's, good game. Thanks for putting a smile on my kids faces. |
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Work in Progress:
Una Morató n
A Lovebite
Amante pasado,
lover past,
A altas horas, de la noche,
Late at night, in the small hours,
Sus ojos se encontraron con los de el pasada.
Her eyes met his, by chance in passing.
Mi lleno de picardí a travieso chico
My mischievous naughty boy
Un poco, de por sorpresa
a bit, by surprise
No se por que razon.
I don’t know the reason.
¡ Mi vida loca!
My crazy life!
Por un flexió n, por un beso, por una morató n.
for a pushup, for a kiss, for a lovebite
Me ha confesado que me quiere.
He has told me that he loves me.
Por algo lo habrá dicho.
He must have said it for a reason.
Ser amado y amar.
To be loved and to love.
¿ y ahora qué ?
Where do we go from here?
Hacer el amor,
to make love,
Un canció n de amor ganar lo justo para.
A love song to keep body and soul together.
Amara la de Dion es Cristo sobre algo.
To make a song and dance about something.
¡ a bailar!
Let’s dance!
Paso a paso, poco a poco,
step by step, little by little,
Aggrades del brazo, cara a cara, agarrados de la mano,
arm in arm, face to face, hand in hand,
Un poco, un abrazo,
a touch, an embrace,
Una morató n
a lovebite
Una morató n
a lovebite
Una morató n
a lovebite
te amo
love you
Ó December 2007 Me |
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Age: 24 |
Carson city,
Nevada |
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