Offensive wealth

One who uses an affluent disposition to excuse and/or justify a condescending nature.

“I find her authoritarian perspective to be uncouth and vulgar and her offensive wealth to be a great imposition. Yikes. Her wealth is frightening.”

Tweeking

When a person who calls himself a business manager, steals people’s money, is paranoid from 15,000 dollars of crack in a burnt stem.

James Nicols was tweeking off that 15,000 dollars.

Scarlett

When a lady rap her milky thighs around your imagination like pretty butterflies and her wings flutter upon your shoulders. I feel insecure when she won’t let me up for air though it’s warm, sweet, and wet there beneath the comforter an hour later. “Maybe she will prepare a nice dinner for us…” I am thinking as I sk her labias. They turn from cream to hot pink on my red tongue. Her cltoral hood has a home in my brown mouth. All that I care about is when she cms in my throat. I wish that I could pour it in a wineglass and drink it for breakfast. My eyes are bloodshot from sucking that tight hole. If she pulls the cover off to let me breathe again, I swear I am going in. Then she can pull the spirit from my hard ck. Her essence is heavenly like a cloud of cotton candy and I am busting through with hard rock. “Oh Scarlett I love you so much!” When she is near me, I can’t help but milk my dk. I like to roll my tongue around the head of her tender clt. I like to sk the juices from her soul and taste her spirit.

“Scarlett is home from work.”

Bodied

When two lesbian curious bisexuals remove their shirts and grind on each other to the beat while their bodies touching each other.

“I ain’t scared of doing me tonight. A little sweat ain’t never hurt nobody. While I am standing on the wall, I just want you to get me bodied. Can you get me bodied? I want to be myself tonight. Won’t you see my body. I want to let it out tonight. Won’t you get me bodied? I want to let it out tonight. Want to dance, want to party, want to be myself to get me bodied.

Lalala

When a man or a woman covers his or her ears with their hands and they don’t want to hear nothing else.

The algebra class was mundane. She teaches as if she is the only person who can hear the composition in her mind. I am seated closer to the window every time class commences. My face feels the gentle breeze as I look at the Camphor trees during 4th period Lalala class.

Joseph

A beautiful man who is well endowed down there.

I saw Joseph at the party. The man is hung like a horse.

Opera Winsfreedom

She wore a grey turtle neck sweater in the month of December. The autumn leaves fell to the ground I skd her off. Intrusive thoughts float through my mind all the time as I drive through the beautiful mountains of Oregon. The brown, orange, and tan, like salt in olive oil, blend together. I couldn’t understand why I was so drawn to her grey sweater. It may have been her perfume. Maybe it was her delicious lips. Maybe it was her curvaceous hips. I told her that her sweater is attractive. She asked me, “When will you sk me off again.” My response, “When you cook for me again.”

“Opera Winsfreedom bought a restaurant in Chicago dude…Totally awesome!”