The Strongest Weapon Of All
I just love it when people actually try to get you mad just so they can get a piece of your work dedicated to them even when it’s nothing but a sarcastic description of their dull lives. Just like getting naked in front of a famous painter for a portrait is fine but doing the same for a man whose only brush is his manhood is appalling.
These are people who can’t live without actually being trashed by their peers from time to time but they are too shy to admit their submission that they are always on the look for an excuse to get this punishment they’ve been longing for. They need a purpose.
Some call it bravery to stand facing a very strong wind ready to blow but I say this is sheer stupidity especially when you do not know how powerful this wind can get or maybe how sweet of a breeze could be sent instead to sweep you off your feet into a gentle erotic feeling you’ve never experienced before.
It’s damaging both ways…
You see a peaceful beehive on top of a tree with bees swirling around minding their own business, trying to secure a serene atmosphere, protecting their ever so loved queen and all you think of is throwing rocks at it, getting the attention of these beautiful yet fatal yellow and black striped insects in the hopes that they will finally sting you.
The bees are disturbed; they attack forming an arrow in the direction of their aggressor all with nothing but the same thought for revenge. 10 feet away from the prey, speed is increasing, sharp needles pointing forward with pre-poison leaking out bringing a deadly shine to their edges.
Ready for the kill two inches away they stop…I stop!
Enthralled by a fragrance so delicate that in one second was able to paralyze all hostile actions, the killer bees now becoming love bugs one by one and after replacing their swords slowly landed on this nicely strange aroma capturing bud, carefully smelling the tip and sucking all its magical nectar getting closer to climax with each breath I take.
My aggressor is a flower…how can I be mad
These are people who can’t live without actually being trashed by their peers from time to time but they are too shy to admit their submission that they are always on the look for an excuse to get this punishment they’ve been longing for. They need a purpose.
Some call it bravery to stand facing a very strong wind ready to blow but I say this is sheer stupidity especially when you do not know how powerful this wind can get or maybe how sweet of a breeze could be sent instead to sweep you off your feet into a gentle erotic feeling you’ve never experienced before.
It’s damaging both ways…
You see a peaceful beehive on top of a tree with bees swirling around minding their own business, trying to secure a serene atmosphere, protecting their ever so loved queen and all you think of is throwing rocks at it, getting the attention of these beautiful yet fatal yellow and black striped insects in the hopes that they will finally sting you.
The bees are disturbed; they attack forming an arrow in the direction of their aggressor all with nothing but the same thought for revenge. 10 feet away from the prey, speed is increasing, sharp needles pointing forward with pre-poison leaking out bringing a deadly shine to their edges.
Ready for the kill two inches away they stop…I stop!
Enthralled by a fragrance so delicate that in one second was able to paralyze all hostile actions, the killer bees now becoming love bugs one by one and after replacing their swords slowly landed on this nicely strange aroma capturing bud, carefully smelling the tip and sucking all its magical nectar getting closer to climax with each breath I take.
My aggressor is a flower…how can I be mad
posted by Lusha888 | 6:00 PM
1 Comments:
Hey sometimes the sweetest looking things, have the most poison! Hehehhee, even if your aggressor is a flower, they can still kill...with their overpowering aroma~
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