Black Jaguarse & I (lullupop, lollipop)

This Czech Tarzan had been wild long before they kicked him out of Hollywood, long before he landed with bags of cash in the Nicaraguan wilderness, where he belongs as one of a big cat kind.

Get head, be happy, ha, P, a thrill I can fucktually taste, really? Woooooow, I mean wow! Oh, baby, please let me consult my physician or healthcare professional to determine if your SOS head game is just about rite for diving in hairy deep oceans this rainbow juicy, kay, Sugee? Oh, and can I also have a bootysip, ‘cause I’m so into Bra Zeal, err, Brazil focklore, I mean folklore d’ress? You know, I get diss rosettes … ah … MG …

Oh, and R you even verified? Um, I dunno, but I’m not a libertine, err, at liberty of doing the unstuck with you, fuck, baby! Err, my MG, Melanin Goddess! Oh key, maybe Libor Teen, whom Mr. G, err, Genius, I mean Ginger, err, authorizes himselfee, bu bu butt that’s a boat it …

Have I deez Y need my own sculpture in our d-luxee stewdent pull? My relacksee profy takeaway from this awesummy ridee kallous Tarzan is that I am soo much moor magick than you can fathom or imagine, deespice seeming less, lavless … R you a fucking lav RT st or what? Laugh much? Oh, and I swallowed all my pride long ago!

Swamps and moors are both types of wetlands, but they differ in their vegetation and location. Swamps are forested wetlands, often near rivers or lakes, with mineral soil and trees. Moors are typically upland, wetter habitats characterized by low-growing shrubs, grasses, and bog-mosses on peaty soils.

To natives from the Western Isles—the Outer Hebrides—there is little more beautiful than the raw power of the ocean. From these islands have come myths of the raging, lonely sea, the misty moors, and the fabled people who have lived there. In Sea-Spell and Moor-Magic, Sorche Nic Leodhas recounts ten stories from different islands in the Hebrides, including one from the mythical land of Eilean-h-oige. From the baker who won the heart of a princess, to the lord who sailed to avenge an insult to his king, to the lass who saved the life of a water bull, these lovely tales show the beauty and mystery of the Scottish Western Isles.

AUTUMN AND THE BLACK JAGUAR | Official Trailer | STUDIOCANAL

Finally, you’v or I’v found the Arse from my lost, elegantly scoring animalipstick Arsenal to last! In other CzechKing account words, the LUmenose (even if you say I don’t) game called love or life with me on any lust level, whichever you prefer or substitute or sponsor with your body, is black pigmentation magick, minimalipstick paradise. Soo unfair!!! P Lay, err, play!

Um, they say that I’m Peelip Pullman and allegedly charge an outrageous SOS (sex on sight) fee for kissing pawfukktly female lips, as above so down below. That it’s my moral compass, the only morale of this wildlife & wildlove moron? Hell yeah, baby, you bet arse I D U emit black light!

In Prohibition-era Chicago, Joe is a jazz sexophone player and an irresponsible, impulsive gambler and ladies' man. He beecums obsessed with Sugar and thus cumpeets for her affections while maintaining his gentle, beespectacled millionaire disguise. Sugar confides to him that she has sworn off male sexophone players, who have taken advantage of her in the past. She hopes to find a gentle, beespectacled millionaire in Managua. Exasperated, I rip off my wig and say "I'm a man!" in my normal voice. And you go like Marilyn Monroe, “WTF!!!???” Still smiling, I reply, not raplie "Well, nobody's perfect!" confounding you and leaving you s-pee-chless. Which you always R, Sugar, Sughrrr, Sugah …

The fuck, the horror, the heaven, the teeth as a black pool matter of melanin fact! What do you think, know, believe, sensual Victoria Money, oh, so Moneyd instead of honeyed, err, peehardon me irresistible, Monéttt dickmatized, err, sorry, pleasure & pain stigmatized?

Victoria Monét, USHER - SOS (Sex on Sight) (feat. USHER) (Visualizer)

Hey
Ooh, ooh, just can't stop my-
Can't stop, ooh
Oh-oh-oh (Welcome to the Camp)
Hey, ay
Oh-oh

I need that SOS, sex on sight, baby, it's urgent
Let me fuck up all your plans, come put this work in
'Cause I think it's about time we take this all the way
(And I) wonder which one of my lips gon' be your first kiss
Doesn't matter 'cause they both gon' fit you perfect
And I'm ready, so don't make me have to do this on my own

I am way too sexy to be alone
Wanna show you what type of time that I'm on (what type of time I'm on)
Want you to come (want you to come), send me your ETA
And when you lay me down, pin my legs to the clouds
And I hope you're ready for the rain

SOS, please
Let it fall, let it go

I got a question, though (uh)
If I can make the time, are we good to go? (Oh)
Texting me X and Os
Can't kiss, touch, lick, through the phone, though, oh (oh)
But I can make a cameo
In a movie only you see, keep it low
You my lil' freak, I'ma go deep
Talkin' 'bout way, way, way back (way back)

And when I hit it right in the right place
Look me right in the eyes, do what I say (watch this)
Bend it over, throw it back, you and I, tongue-tied
I'ma kiss it good, good, good night (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Say you're way too sexy to be alone (to be alone)
Wanna show you what type
Of time that I'm on (could you ride us on the ready, babe?)
Want you to come (I want you to come)
Send me your ETA (and I'll be on my way, baby)
And when you lay me down (down), pin my legs to the clouds (clouds)
And I hope you're ready for the rain (mm, and I'm ready, baby)

SOS, girl (oh), SOS, please (babe)
You love it, babe, oh, yeah
Oh-oh (let it fall, let it go)
Let it go

Baby, don't you stop 'til you hit that spot
You know what you're doing to my body, babe
Okay (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
SOS, babe (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

I am way too sexy (sexy, babe) to be alone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna show you what type (oh) of time that I'm on (what type of time I'm on)
I want you to come (come, baby, come)
Send me your ETA (send me to your T, ETA)
When you lay me down, pin my legs to the clouds
And I hope you're ready for the rain (I'm ready, baby)
Yeah, rain

I'm ready, baby, oh (ready, baby, oh)
(I'm ready, baby) oh, oh
SOS, please (oh, uh-uh)

Are you ready for it? (Yeah)
Are you ready for it? (I'm ready for it)
When I let it fall (when I let it fall)
Are you ready for it? (Are you ready for it?)
Say you ready for (ready for it)
When I let it fall (let it fall)

Victoria Monét - Ass Like That (Lyric Video)

Met him about 2 months ago
Said his name was gym and that
He'd make me better than before
So we work it out everyday

We be makin' heads turn slow
You know what they say bout the grass
What you water that's gon' grow
So I made it grow

Yea yea I know you love the way
I'm lookin' in my jeans
You wish that you could hold that
I know you love the way my body sittin' up
Yea there's a reason I walk like this
I walk like this

Had to send a video I don't edit my pics
I work for it
I'm on my shit
And when I'm walking by yea I know the truth is

He wanna know how she get that ass like that
How she get that ass like that
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

With them everyday squats
Making shit pop
Never had them ass shots
But she take shots
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

When you see me just know yea I earned that shit
Treat my calories like weed yea I burn that shit
Shout out to my trainer cause he crack that whip
It's an asset just to see the way my ass sit like this

In all my fits, had to send a video I don't edit my pics
I work for it
I'm on my shit
And when I'm walking by yea I know the truth is

He wanna know how she get that ass like that
How she get that ass like that
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

With them everyday squats
Making shit pop
Never had them ass shots
But she take shots
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

He wanna know how she get that ass like that
How she get that ass like that
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

With them everyday squats
Making shit pop
Never had them ass shots
But she take shots
He wanna know how she get that ass like that
That ass like that yea yea

Victoria Monét - Jaguar (Live Session)

Supersonic pussycat
Just like a jaguar, silky black
So let me climb your wood like that
You got nine times to come hit that
La-la-la
Come hit that
La-la-la

Supersonic pussycat
Just like a jaguar, silky black
So let me climb your wood like that
You got nine times to come hit that
La-la-la
Come hit that
La-la-la

Walked by so fly
I made sure I took my time
Tell me, did you notice?
Hoping you'll remember me
We met in a fantasy
Tell me, did you notice?
That I'm a little bit curious 'bout the way you feel
And I've never been scared to keep it real
How could you blame me?
I'm just living on instinct, that's the way I feel
And I want you to know you got that thrill that I like
I want that jungle kind of love

Supersonic pussycat
Just like a jaguar, silky black
So let me climb your wood like that
You got nine times to come hit that
La-la-la
Come hit that
La-la-la

Let's get wild
Let's get wild
Let's get wild
Let's get wild
Just like we're supersonic

Supersonic pussycat
Just like a jaguar, silky black
So let me climb your wood like that
You got nine times to come hit that
La-la-la
Come hit that
La-la-la

Just like we're supersonic

Victoria Monét - DickAtNight (Visualizer)

I had a couple shots in the tequila glass
And maybe that's why I've been out here shakin' ass
No one can judge me, I'm newly single anyway
If you like what you see, you better shoot your shot
A matter of a clock before I'm back on lock
And if I'm honest, I think it's time for me to get laid

Dick at night
I'm trying to get some dick tonight (do-do-do-do, do-do-do)
Hey, hey
Dick at night
I'm trying to get some dick tonight
Hey, hey

Hey, hey (she's single anyway)
(Ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da, ba)
I'm trying to get dicked down tonight

I was trying to be celibate
But that's irrelevant
I can't be out here getting wet just for the hell of it
You follow me home, yeah, call me my embellishment
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for self development
But I need help with it, I need some head and shit
Both walk away happy, I can't hide the evidence
Need you to leave me dickmatized

I had a couple shots in the tequila glass
And maybe that's why I've been out here shakin' ass
No one can judge me, I'm newly single anyway
If you like what you see, you better shoot your shot
A matter of a clock before I'm back on lock
And if I'm honest, I think it's time for me to get laid

Dick at night
I'm trying to get some dick tonight (do-do-do-do, do-do-do)
Hey, hey
Dick at night
I'm trying to get some dick tonight (shoo-bi-doo-bi-doo, do-do)
Hey, hey

Hey, hey (she's single anyway)

(Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da, da-da, da-da
I love dick at night
Dick at night

Victoria Monét - Dive (Lyric Video)

You're saying everything I like
I could watch ya lips move all night
Makin' me think you might
Have the type of brain I like
Promise I'ma make it rain for you
Somethin' like an ocean wave on you
If you let me open up to you
Kiss below the line

I wanna see what your head game like
Do you know what you're doin'?
Is your neck game tight?
Do you know how to use it?
Have a long conversation with me
I talk back, baby, we can get deep

I wanna see what your head game like
Do you know what you're doin'?
Is your neck game tight?
Do you know how to use it?
Have a long conversation with me
If you love swimming under the sea

Then dive, dive
Ooh, dive

I wanna see you rock the boat
Back and forth, lick the beach
Fuck the shore, make me scream
All aboard, don't sink
I'ma be laid back, legs cracked
Watch your face, entertain my lap
If I like that, we gon' keep it on repeat

I just wanna see what your head game like
Do you know what you're doin'?
Is your neck game tight?
Do you know how to use it?
Have a long conversation with me
I talk back, baby, we can get deep

I wanna see what your head game like
Do you know what you're doin'?
Is your neck game tight?
Do you know how to use it?
Have a long conversation with me
If you love swimming under the sea

Then dive, dive
Ooh, dive

Victoria Monét - 1900's (Visualizer)

You so fire
I guess that makes me a pyro
With you I see a future
Tell me if I'm psychic or psycho, oh

I'm 'bout to be starting something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
Came here to enjoy my night
And not leaving here with something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
Cause I wanna be starting something
And I wanna party like
The end of the 1900s

1900s
1900s

I'm 'bout to be starting something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
Came here to enjoy my night
And not leaving here with something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
Cause I wanna be starting something
And I wanna party like
The end of the 1900s

You so fire
I guess that makes me a pyro
With you I see a future
Tell me if I'm psychic or psycho, oh

I'm 'bout to be starting something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
Came here to enjoy my night
And not leaving here with something
I'm 'bout to be starting something
'Cause I wanna be starting something
And I wanna party like
The end of the 1900s

1900s
1900s

Victoria Monét - New Love (Official Video)

On the day I met you
Mentally undressed you
And got emotional
I already think your special
You're the kind of guy that I'd like to get to know, babe

And find all the ways
To make your day
I can't explain
The feel of your hands
Touching my waist
When you held me, babe
It's safe to say

I just found a new love, ain't nobody better
I just found a new love, ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody gonna love me better
Love me better
Ain't nobody gonna love me better
Love me better
Than you

New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love

Feels like no one's watching
'Cause when we're face to face
We're in our own world that I just
Wanna have a good time wit ya
Can't wait for the day I'm all yours
For now and always

If this ain't a phase
A feeling that stays
I can't explain
The feel of your hands
Touching my waist
When you held me, babe
It's safe to say

I just found a new love, ain't nobody better
I just found a new love, ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody gonna love me better
Love me better
Ain't nobody gonna love me better
Love me better
Than you

New love, new love, found me a new love (I found you)
New love, new love, found me a new love (you know that I need you)
New love, new love, found me a new love (you)
New love, new love, found me a new love
New love, new love, found me a new love (so good)
New love, new love, found me a new love (when I love you)
New love, new love, found me a new love (new love, new love)
New love, new love, found me a new love

Victoria Monét - Smoke (Official Video) ft. Lucky Daye

Little fireworks that light up for me
In my fingertips I burn my worries
Do it something like that eight track shawty
Keep it in rotation, it's a celebration every time we smoke, smoke
Do it somethin' like that eight track shawty (woo-ooh-ooh)
Keep it in rotation (woo-ooh-ooh), it's a celebration every time we

You don't even gotta ask, you know I got some
Pre-rolls in the back, who should I shotgun? (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To the left or the right, 'long as it rotate
It's a bisexual blunt, it can go both ways, yeah

Hot box while you hit the box top, get you to the top
Rock, but if it's a lot, I can take it from you
Got nothin' but that gas, pass it then pass it back
Cough, you don't need a mask
That's that shit you smoke to (oh-oh, oh-oh)

Little fireworks that light up for me
In my fingertips I burn my worries
Do it somethin' like that eight track shorty
Keep it in rotation, it's a celebration every time we smoke, smoke
Do it somethin' like that eight track shorty (woo-ooh-ooh)
Keep it in rotation (woo-ooh-ooh), it's a celebration every time we

Tree got the smoke now, we just need a lighter (ooh)
That body, ah, you got that earth, wind, and fire
If you know how to roll, then come be my supplier
Up in the clouds, we get high like Mariah

Hot box while you hit the box top with you to the top
Rock, but if it's a lot, I can take it from you (I can take it from you)
Got nothin' but that gas, pass it then pass it back
Cough, you don't need a mask
That's that shit you smoke to (oh-oh)

Little fireworks that light up for me
In my fingertips I burn my worries
Do it somethin' like that eight track shawty
Keep it in rotation, it's a celebration every time we smoke, smoke
Do it somethin' like that eight track shorty (woo-ooh-ooh)
Keep it in rotation (woo-ooh-ooh), it's a celebration every time we

Lucky and V. Monét
Sound like a Lucky Daye
Roll up and let it play
That's that shit you smoke too

Victoria Monét - Stop (Askin' Me 4Shyt) (Visualizer)

It ain't even Christmas, and it ain't your birthday
So why you callin' me with a wishlist?
Like I live in a vase
See, I've been bamboozled once before
You ain't foolin' me again
I just want you to know what I'm gon' say

Stop askin' me for money, get your own
I barely even just got on
Do I look like a tree to you?
Well, leave me alone if I do
And take this as your fair warning
Next time you're in need of somethin'

Don't call my phone, bitch
I need you to stop
Stawap askin' me 4 shyt
Ooh, I put this on in case you forget
Ooh, these niggas always want something
You know they always want something
But nigga, I want something too

I want you to stop
A nigga just got paid
And the hair is laid
And my soul is saved
But I'm not your bank
Ask your mama

And remember
Don't call my phone, bitch
I need you to stop
Askin' me 4 shyt
Ooh, I put this on in case you forget
Ooh, these niggas always want something
You know they always want something
But nigga, I want something too
I want you to stop

Victoria Monet - Ready (Official Video)

Ladies, if you're single (single, single)
And you are here tryna catch one
Baby girl, our time is coming, there's gon' be someone that Complements the vision

So just keep your mind right and keep that body tight
Be everything you'd wanna see in him, it's only right
Better do it while you're single
He's somewhere looking for you, single

We gotta stay ready
Gotta stay ready
Oh

Something like a baseball game, I'm a catcher in position
Focused on a ball, you know I don't wanna miss it
I'm ready
Oh, ready
Ready

We can do it solo (solo, solo)
But it's nice to have a witness
Double the pleasure, and triple them funds
When you both about the business, yeah

So just keep your mind right and keep that body tight
Be everything you'd wanna see in him, it's only right
Better do it while you're single
He's somewhere looking for you, single

We gotta stay ready
Gotta stay ready
Oh

Something like a baseball game, I'm a catcher in position
Focused on a ball, you know I don't wanna miss it
I'm ready
Oh, ready

Ladies, we gotta stay ready
Ready
We gotta stay ready
We gotta stay ready

Something like a baseball game, I'm a catcher in position
Focused on a ball, you know I don't wanna miss it
I'm ready
Oh, ready

Ready
Ready
Oh
Ready

Victoria Monét - Coastin' (Official Music Video)

Hey boy, don't wanna waste your time
But thinkin' of you is how I spend mine
Tell me baby, baby, what's your sign?
'Cause you're astronomically fine
And all I do is think of you
Baby, all I do is, is

The ways I wanna give you this ass
Just how you like
Feel like a Thursday how I'm throwin' it back
I'ma make it go North, South, East, West Coast
Baby, we can go North, South, East, West Coast

Just tell me how you want it, I got it
Who gone do it better? Nobody-body
Just let my hips, take you on a trip
I swear, they don't make 'em like this

The ways I wanna give you this ass
Just how you like
Feel like a Thursday how I'm throwin' it back
I'ma make it go North, South, East, West Coast (West Coast)
Baby, we can go North, South, East, West Coast
Yeah, yeah, yeah

all I do is
All I do is think of you
I think of you, I think of you, I think of you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) all I do is
All I do is think of you

The ways I wanna give you this ass
Just how you like
Feel like a Thursday how I'm throwin' it back
I'ma make it go North, South, East, West Coast (West Coast)
Baby, we can go North, South, East, West Coast
I'ma make it go North, South, East, West Coast
Baby, we can go North, South, East, West Coast

Yeah
(Coastin', coastin')
Baby, if you wanna coast we can figure it out your way
(Coastin', coastin')
Your way
Come and coast with me, my babe

Victoria Monét - Touch Me (feat. Kehlani) [Remix] (Official Audio)

Went from hands on the wheel to hands on my thigh
To hands on my body in the back of the Porsche
I'm in love with your fingertips
I reminisce places you kiss
Girl, it's been too long

And when you rock them short nails, that's low-key sentimental
Now keep 'em cut though so there ain't no incidentals
And I love them tattoos, I still gotta learn 'em all
Tell me when you're gonna make them the writings on my wall and

Touch me, feel me
Get to know me inside
If you love me, show me
Touch me, feel me
Get to know me inside
If you love me, show me

Show me
Had a feeling we would take it this far
When you kissed me in your car
Went from me under you to you under me
Slow jams on repeat, so I think I'm in love
Don't you hear the sounds that I make as we escalate?
Cover up my face if I'm saying too much

You see how we connect, baby, this ain't coincidental
We in your Porsche, but you could've got it in a rental
You're so good with your hands, like a player with the ball
So next time you use your touch screen
You know who you should call, baby

Touch me, feel me (yeah, oh)
Get to know me inside (hm)
If you love me, show me (show me)
Touch me, feel me (aah)
Get to know me inside (me)
If you love me, show me

Show me
Come show me
With your hands, with your hands
With your hands, with your hands
I want you to

Touch me, feel me (feel me)
Get to know inside (know me inside, ooh)
If you love me, show me
Touch me, feel me
Get to know me inside
If you love me, show me

Victoria Monét - I'm The One (Visualizer)

I could be riding horseback towards you
Slow motion on a beach titties bouncin' and everything
I could be the one you sit right next to
Everytime you get on a train
Or the one that you compliment often
That knows all your problems
Cause I'm the one you call to vent

I could be right in your face screamin' at you
While I'm waving a sign that says "heaven sent"
And you still wouldn't see
I'm the one you need
Why can't you see?
I'm the one you need

I'm the one, I'm the one
You would've already won
If you knew I was the one (I'm the one)
I'm the one, I'm the one
You would've already won
If you knew I was the one (I'm the one)

And even if you wrote a whole list bout a bitch
Naming every wish then God whispered you my name
And then angels appeared and carried me outta here
Into your bed and I gave it to you perfect
And if it felt like home anytime we're alone
You would still be a runaway

I wonder what it is
Is it fear?
Oh why can't you, why can't you see?
I'm the one you need
Why can't you see?
I'm the one you need

Yeah I'm the one, I'm the one
You would've already won
If you knew I was the one (I'm the one)
I'm the one, I'm the one
You would've already won
If you knew I was the one (I'm the one)

Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love

Love me, love me, love me
Don't you love me?
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love

Victoria Monét - On My Mama (Official Video)

When they say, "She get it from her mama"
I'ma say, "You fuckin' right"
Body rude, it's unpolite
Done being the humble type
Tell me, is you down?
'Cause I'm tryna go up tonight
Hoes and hoochies left and right
I just wanna live in a fantasy
I think we deserve it, right?
Top all the memories
I've ever made in my life
Permanent ecstasy
Ladies is pimps tonight
Living inside a dream
Let's lay where the lovers lie

I put that on my own mama
On my hood
I look fly
I look good
You can't touch my bag
Wish you could
I look fly
I look too good
Put that on my own mama
On my hood
I look fly
I look good
You can't touch my bag
Wish you could
I look fly
I look too good

On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good, good, good

I'm so deep in my bag
Like a grandma wit' a peppermint
They say, "Ooh, she smell good"
That's just 'cause I'm Heaven-sent
Sex game go stupid (ayy)
Snappin' like a toothpick (ayy)
Man, to tell the truth
Your opinion is irrelevant, but I
I know you think I'm fine
Might be too fine to hit it from behind
Reflection in the mirror don't decline
I can't even lie, lie, lie

I put that on my own mama
On my hood
I look fly
I look good
You can't touch my bag
Wish you could
I look fly
I look too good
Put that on my own mama (put it on my hood, ayy)
On my hood
I look fly (I look fly, I look good, ayy)
I look good (ayy)
You can't touch my bag (touch my bag)
Wish you could
I look fly
I look too good

On my mama (mama), on my hood (hood)
I look fly (yeah), I look good (good)
Touch my swag (swag), wish you could (could)
I look fly (yeah), I look good, good

On my mama (mama), on my hood (on my hood)
I look fly (I look fly), I look good (I look good)
Touch my swag, wish you could (I know you wish you could)
I look fly, I look good, good (ayy, I look fly, I look good)

Victoria Monét - Love Is Stronger Than Pride - Visualizer

I won't pretend
That I intend to stop living
I won't pretend
I'm good at living
But I can't hate you
Although I have tried, I
I still really, really love you
Love is stronger than pride
I still really, really love you, oh, why?
I won't pretend
That I intend to stop living
I won't pretend
I'm good at living
But I can't hate you
Although I have tried, I
I still really, really love you
Love is stronger than pride
I still really, really love you, oh, why?

Sitting here wasting my time
Would be like
Waiting for the Sun to rise
It's all too clear, yeah
Things come and go, oh
Sitting here wasting my time
Would be like waiting for winter
It's gonna be cold in May, but
With snow

I still really, really love you
Love is stronger than pride, oh
I still really, really love you
Love is stronger than pride
I still really, really love you
Love is stronger than pride
I still really love you
Love is stronger than pride

Stronger than pride
Stronger than pride
Stronger than pride
Stronger than pride
Stronger than pride

What a ridiculously money boasting pity you were not shooting me, a “low profile” creature of mystery and shadow and secrecy in the land of volcanoes and lagoons, so called “Coitus Interumpus”, both a rupture and a rapture, which is Nicaragua, or my lavalife in it, while I was opening bank accounts in every Nicaraguan bank. Um, to highlight my black jaguarse spots, without roses, rosettes.

Of course did I declare all the dough at the customs, they did triple-check my “classified” identity thoroughly, everywhere. Anywhere I go I’m soo dangerous, go figure or fuck around and find out. That’s why you stay away from me? Unfuckingbelievable! But I do blame you! If it all depended on me or my money, I wouldn’t let myself in either, biohazard, lullupop, lollipop.

You would have cashed in big on this strong screenwhiter, this BPP, no stammering, this “Black Panther Poet” myth, so that you could cum-fort-ably fly in business class at least on weakends to meet me discreetly in an ultra private setting just for a luxury swim at an excluesive all-incluesive hoetell, just the two of us and staff, no tropical rainforest bullshipping. Where I Loseria would tell you how I hate money, how I hate talking about anything money, Victoria Money, err, Monéttt. Oh, so Moneyd instead of honeyed, err, peehardon me irresistible, Monéttt dickmatized, err, sorry, pleasure & pain stigmatized?

By the Flowridah way, my only son’s name is Forest Kral, the King of the Miami Forest, holding proudly his rosary at a Czech-Nicaraguan restaurant I swear on your pea is not mine, wink wink. I have no idea why, why I hate peace, err, peas, you know what I mean. Let me throw in some great news gossip. Recently, he’s returned to his Catholic tradition/roots his deeply flawed father tried to instill in him since his birth, thank and all glory to God.

Who would I be then? A fucking special mom bum who’s emitting or reflecting steady, suffused, glowing light you happen to see and feel? You can’t be fucking serious, lullupop, lollipop? You R dear you! D ear, my black jaguarse!

Is this another of my “curated” secret hotels not open to the public, revealing my private lovelife soo thinly veiled, sugar-coating you? You tell me! Still, I’m a lucky guy not to have a massive following or reading base to bother me, I’m an extreme chill guy, no normal werk, just scribbling and play, making shit up on the go, professionally improvi-sing. Wanna dance on top of me? Be my more than just VIP guest. Lullupop, lollipop?

Because, like black jaguarse, I cannot even be bothered in any fog way, lullupop, lollipop! Oh, I’m soo dark bragging again, it’s all your light fault, as always, to put it subtly, you totally innocent baby! Here’s to us! Feel free to throw up, as I did. Yeah, I puked all over my guilt ridiculing innocence, paying a hefty price with my own freshly printed, not totally counterfeit jungle dollars, euros, cordobas, wait, Czech crowns. FYI, I’m the P P Pool King, breaking the bad/bed religion news. I don’t woorry about swimming broke, you spoonsor me without knowing, but I’m not gonna tell ya ‘cause you’d surely stop financing me right away!

If I look like a defeated poolside warrior in the middle of the rainforest, not a swampy pussy-breaker worrier, it’s because I am, sorta, lullupop, lollipop! Fatally, in my personal leftist beachcomber view, you’ve made me a d’scent gladiator still fighting in the pool arena literally without a right hand, seizing the day. No breaking news.

An unpredicktable tropically volcanic adventure junkie reamed to trophy extremes, the jackarse of all lava trades on a neverending pleasure tour. OG, oh no, it can’t be me! It’s just not me, period!

No, the black jaguar sculpture I’ve spent a fortune on didn’t bite my hand off, though I seek live encounters with black jaguarse when I go both armed and disarmed deep into the jungle, when I have nothing better to do than not Subtracting you on Substack, missing you wildly. And it wasn’t my going shopping, err, chopping either.

Nobody in the big world’s bubble knows little Nicaragua's rainforests are a significunt feature of the country's landscape, particuelarly the Bosawás Biosphere Reserve in the north, which is the second-largest tropical rainforest in the Western Hemisphere after the Amazon. Shocked? What do you see, through me? The same sweet and juicy thing, the bull’s eye? Lullupop, lollipop!

Not yet? Indio-Maíz Biological Reserve in the south is another important protected area with a diverse rainforest ecosystem. Fuck, ecologically, obviously, I wish I were your echoing koala after coitus, “coming together”, without perrodick, err, periodic interruptions, please, cascading in and on you, lullupop, lollipop!

Isn’t it a crystal-clear blue L goon Surprise, my initials disguised, biased, that a big cat with its strength, grace, and top rank in the food chain would become the namesake of a powerful character prowling? Are you talking about yourself, incriminating me or my mother tongue, or me incriminating the Blue Lagoon morale/moral as the ultimate wildlife crime, baby?

Black jaguarse isn’t/aren’t known for being aggressive toward people if confronted. Let me XXXplain, studying your nose through my nose, I possess an exceptional sense of smell, aiding in tracking prey and detecting threats.

Or at least I’ve never heard about a single case reporting of these beautiful big black cats attacking anyone. Wow, how safe, this safe!

Whether you buy it or not, me daydreaming nostalgically about touching your face, these melanistic cuties stick to snarling and growling in your palm direction so far away. Before erupting like crazy, leaving you with nothing but smokescreen, lava, and ash. No pleasure, just bittersweet pain.

Cum on, I don’t do that, do I? I do, offing me, soothing you in the cradle of your fear, ya think? Me with a dark coat due to a genetic mutation. While I appear black, I still have the characteristic jaguar spots - rosettes - that can be seen in the sunlight. Oh my blushing gush, or yours! Lullupop, lollipop?

Why do you think I’m so captivated by these hueman animals that I create a comic book hero channeling them, err, us? The real Black Panther melodrama nightmare scenario. Or maybe lovemare lite, I should erect that, err, correct. Seriously, shouldn’t you erect that, upon your request?

You think huemans are captivated by anything that appears to be physically more powerful than we are. Yes, we have guns and we could kill them, but in a fair battle, we stand no chance, right?

Even with a gun or a moron’s compass, and I’m not publicizing and advertizing my private gear, or my bad/bed religion lifestyle, ahem, down below, lullupop, lollipop, if these animals wanted to kill you, they would probubbly do it with elegance, spotless, while they’re dying honourably.

Toying, I tink the power, the courage, the agility, the fierceness of these black animals are supreme, even though they don’t kill people, these big cats don’t go out of their way to bother people, and I guesstimate very few people are ever injured by them, and relatively little livestock is bothered by them. Black jaguarse. That.

Yet we make a big fricking volcano deal about them because they represent a power and a strength that hueman beings, espeecially me basking in the volcanic sun, aspire to and lovingly emulate, emulatte. Lullupop? Lollipop!

To mark romantically our cummon grind territories we mark areas by using scent glands located in our pause, err, paws and face as well as by scratching trees. We do have a retractable love clause, not really Santa, though. And claws, too. Wrong?

It’s definitely an imperfect bed life with me you wouldn’t want even for free. However, I naturally climb or claim there’s nothing wrong with pink, there’s everything right about pink, a universal truth I cling to most naturally with my claws.

Even Santa Clause is left wondering and wandering without delivering any Christmas presents to this both naughty and nice Tarzan checked out.

I kinda believe the flying rumoor that black jaguarse is/R not only powerful, but one of the most indomitable and clever and laziest cats in the world. No matter I get on my niece, sorry, knees, kneeling only before God.

Beneath the canopy of the Nicaraguan rainforest, a silent predator stalks its prey. Its sleek, obsidian coat blends seamlessly with twirling, making it nearly invisible to the human eye, yet very lickable and kissable. This is one of the many fun facts about BJ. No, no BJ from Barney & Friends. WTF, Baby Pop, err, Bop!?

Black Jaguarse, an impressive semi-naykid huntah of unparalleled stealth, strength, and grayce. Just look at me, no, not at the dreamy/sleepee sorry scene, sloth, a deadly sin, FFS! Lullupop? Lollipop!

Black Jaguarse also has/have countless historical sex meanings. No, I’m not gonna count or discount all the women I’ve had, err, the poetic chance to appreciate, in one way or the other. I swear I’m not door-meant, err, dormant, as far as I know, and I know shoot! Lullupop! Lollipop?

Oh, you’re soo diplowmatic, baby, soo tactfool. Such a dignified cupid face, bloody blessed, rolling your soulful arse in the sand! Ah baby, always outrageously aroused, I’m pondering you bored like falling sand through my clutching hand.

Ah baby, plowing the female elements is like systematically penetrating the jungle, oops, piercing the delish fish nature in its lushness and variety, just priceless. Thank you for being soo raw, roar, romancestick. No, I welcum to you am not stuttering or anything of that sort. FYI, they responsibly say I’m hardly a retard, to console me heartfully.

But what do you know, not believe, what I reveal and feel? Because in some o-BS-cure traditions, I am believed to possess the shadowy ability to coffee-trance-foam, err, transform into an obsessed hueman and interact with the mortal world.

Check me out, check me out, pfitty pfitty please? ‘Cause on the bright side I seem pretty immowtal with so fewer than few scars, white, err, wright? The Gladiator!

It wouldn’t be me, myself, and I, would it, even if I honoured the animal or its s-pee-wit or you with a recent sculpture above the pool? Dear heavens, there are many things about the black jaw-goo-R which you don’t know, rolling your eyes, and if you want to know this posh pool creature well, however poorly featured here, then read and swallow the heroic black panther animal majesty sugar daddy facts mentioned throughout. I don’t tend to be a phunny myth or leg-end, do I? I do?

Damn bloody blessed, I guess it’s all the swimming, since I captain paddle like 30 kill-oh, per pool day flick. Me-tears, of course, such a d’scent d’stance, 30 kilometres, yepee, killing the mattress, yippee, and without killing any body, guaranteed, or your money bag, err, beg, I mean back! You can’t imagine? Cunt? Agitated much? Yeah, I pull off about thirty km of swimming per gig. Am I not 300 Spartans? Fugue, baby!

Do you know why I am called a daylight nocturnal to mark my terror-tory? Terror story? No? Please don’t look at my skin, err, I mean fur? Because that would be fucking racist! And how loon-g or high can this static black jaguarse leap to catch you, its prey? Like falling in love and being caught loved.

No? That’s stressfully suspeecious. Lullupop? Lollipop! FYI, I don’t pee in the freshly painted Blew La-goon-like water. Meaning scratching the very bottom of my faked poverty barrel, as I painted it myself to save a bankrupt melonaire lowlife a cuppa dollars and avoid cheap labor exploitation. That I’m such a cheap skate of commie righteousness and solidarity, soo ducking dirty chea-pow? See, you don’t even have to throw your capitalistic re-branded shoe made in China at me!

You, pointing my fin-grrr, not the middle funger, you never lent me your XXXpensive skateboard, you bloody convicted beauty! I’ll give ya some clues. Actually I already have all along. Dark fur helps me to blend into shadow and do excellent hunting, that I’ve never really caught you in flesh. Just leaping into the air, and into the water, in vain.

To catch your prey you can leap up to 20 feet, the mirror brags. Endangered, I can jump down only, I answer it humbly, because humbled knock-tour-anals, err, nocturnals, daytime/nighttime motherfuckers do that, doing most of the glorious hunting at night.

Wow? And that’s not all, you never ask anyway. Black jaguarse, however masked by bikinis, has/have incredibly strong jaws that can bite up to 1,000 pounds per square inch. Lullupop underwater? Lollipop! Poor baby girl, that chewing on you will be hard, pure heart, I mean rough. Though there’s always the magnificent calm before the perfect storm.

Because it’s common sense, that some outstanding black jaguarse s-pee-cies are XXXposed to virginity loss and similure hueman activities. I meant long overdue sex wishes and habitat loss found to no perversion, though I may slightly devi8, poolishly, foolishly. Beware, err, be aware of this cuete little man wooing you melanistickally, soo non-standard jaguarsely!

Unlike many other cats, black jaguarse do not avoid water. In XXXcluesive gotell fuckt, they’re the best pool swimmers and sky climbers, more like skies crappers, err, skyscrapers.

Yes, black jaguarse R/are typically solitary animals, pure s-pee-wit, meaning they generally live and hunt alone, still a maze ing gentlemen however wooeed, marking their laaaaaarge territories with their scat and by leaving distinctive claw markings on trees, having you understand “been here, done it, all for you”. Disregard the little deetail, lady, that the pho-toe was taken from behind. Ya know, black jaguarse!

Now, baby, are you a fucking tree, hugged to the worst case scenario XXXstream? Swell! What’s really interesting and even embarrassing, melanistic jaguarse only come together during breeding season or when females are raising their cubs. Whoops! Lullupop, lollipop? That I gotta change? Sure thing, one day!

But thirst thing thirst, let’s go, run me, run with me! Oh, sorry, first thing first, without wasting a second, let’s go, you totally innocent baby! Afterwards we can start thinking about the second, the romantic … tuck … tic … tuck … tick … fuck …

Oh, and I forgot to add, lav, that I’m The True King of Ya, rolling both my rosettes and yours, err, the Jungle, like really! Nopee, Imma not tryna convince ya, nah, just infoaming ya, lav! Oh, and I’ve becum an instant success overnight, tonite, this knight! Oh, and I bite too, sheer coinci-dance, ya! Why R ya soo blackah when Imma soo whiteah, ha, lav? If we R not the wave, then I dunno who is, my Queen?!

Jaguar: The True King of the Jungle

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Ah baby, I bootysipping two tally know, I two telly no Imma a total try & fail sucksex, err, sex excess, I mean success, can’t fucking help it, can’t you fucking help it, the it, the chess, the checkmate to us, D ARSE BLACK, yepee, JAGUARSE, D US!!! BUTT, sex-d-riven baby, you should dive with me, we can get deep and fucktually stay high! What say you, soo many of you?

"What say you?" is my archaic and somewhat formal way of asking for your opinion or response, similar to "What do you think?" or "What is your opinion?". It's often used in court settings or situations where a formal, old-fashioned tone is desired. Oh, deed eye already hoetell you that ID sire you?

Nopee? I forgot, silly ol’me, I I I me mysellfee must bee XXXcu-sed (thirst), my MG, Melanin Goddess! Oh, and do I look like a bootlicker, err, bootylicker, I mean all kinds of lips liquor drowning and always saving you in pleasure?