Why the fuck you smell like #9?
There was a time in my life when I would really allow people being put off by my body size//shape/color//texture- to freak me out//make me feel small/make me negate my sexy times with britt and clit// and I would freak out and go…”whats wrong with me!?” but then I realized…Thank you! Thank you for wearing the proverbial (and sometimes literal) perfume,thanks for shrouding yourself in that artificial shit so that I know to stay away, from a muthafuckin block away.
The thing (some) people don’t understand about bodies (or most things),is that its not about the way they look(it can be about the way they smell though). Its about the way that they work. I love that,over the years, I have developed a sort of perfume allergy.Boom! Shallow muthafucks never get close enough to feel me roll my abs,not by my own intellectual choosing,but by my body’s basic instincts.Boom!
I’m not gonna judge a bitch for being fat//skinny//scaly//scarred…until I see what she can do with it. Why? Myself of course. I’ve come out of left field on some bitches and left some jaws dropped where they didn’t need to be,so shit… I can’t be sleeping on bitches,im tryin’ to get my nut on.
Bitches can turn on you like a light bulb.#Letmesayitagain. Bitches can turn on you like a light.#onemoretimesoyouunderstand. Bitches can turn you on like a light.goodnight.
{fyi: im listening to Joanna Newsome’s milk eyed mender album}
ps. i don’t like capitalizing peoples names,still it seems to be one of the few grammar rules I remember.
