Sticks and carrots

Sticks and carrot, he called me a harlot for squeezing his balls

It is in rough sex we know God is real, it’s never in the first skin we peel

Or the signs we couldn’t see, I want you and my gates are ajar

25th is far, fill me up till am no longer sad about people, money and markets

Music, Italian treats.

Pizza, Russian cream.

Black is an attitude of power

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