My sweet Mary-Jane
Long long ago my heart you stole away
They tried for us to drift, but all in vain
I wish you were here listening to what I have to say
Your naked skin so smoth and tender
Your skin I'll caress before clothes cover
They look so tight on you
With every layer stuck like glue
With my tongue I'll zip up your gown
And light up your body made of brown
With my warm lips I'll caress below
Your juice making my lips glow
When I'm done with you, like trash your lie
But my mind to the sky I fly
All these on your day my love
Happy 4:20 Mary-Jane my Beloved
About the Creator
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy3 days ago in Humans
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Honestly I'm short of words I don't even know what to say How did you come up with this It's incredible 😂😍
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