"what do you like ba(b)y? cigarello sweets or dull weed?
i have something to confess. i come faster than the
average woman. only be afraid if you can't swim. (haha).
i also may get lost in the music but not lost like can't find
my way lost like time runs faster than my eyes can capture
or darkness flapping its wideness down. something about
your love feels like the rubberiness of cartilage. i don't think
i like it. there is something barbaric about sadness. the sounds like
wailing, bawling, thrusting deep undercurrent to the warmer
things you say. i am holding love in the pitch dark of my eyeballs. few
notice it there. it is a good hiding place. love is an party invitation
i have often not rsvped to. i am a woman who touches herself often
if the right music is playing. will you play the right music for me? do you
know the minnie riperton song 'inside my love' where she belts for
like a minute straight? can you make me come so good i sound like that?"