Though life is not easily seen it lingers among us free. Leading us along its road to receive our good and bad in search of our happiness or sadness, in what ‘will be’, will be.
Money may not be the issue for some but, the stumbling block. Some unable to bear life’s shocks at times, the weight is heavy, sometimes it’s light, sometimes we don’t know whether it is right or wrong, day or night.
The rainbow shows its deep colors in formation of three the way things are suppose to be letting go of the weight we bear, to show we care.
In our heart, head, shoulders and back, this weight it’s like a heavy sack, o sure
I am black but, nothing is wrong with that.
The mistress is served a useful card from the deck, whether or not she is on top of him yet. She is placed where sweeter feelings, rest,
With better ways to prepare her dish, already she is a head if she uses well her pussy and wits.
She knows who and what carries the sweeter lick. And free to leave if and when she likes, without carrying a dislike she is the all rounder to make his heart flutter sounder.
‘Love’ is not something we know; it is something to feel and share, as we go.
It is the sensations we sense as we grow to see now or tomorrow ‘love’ is here, whether or not we know to show.


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