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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
Verse 3:
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
Verse 4:
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.
Lisa Bellomy
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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.
Lisa Bellomy
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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
Copyright July 2008 Lisa Bellomy
All Rights Reserved. This work may not be reproduced without permission from the author. |
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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)
copyright July 2008 Lisa Bellomy |
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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.
WILLARD R. ESPRY |
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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: 38 |
| Ghent,
Belgium |
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