By IAN CEPPOS ICEPPOS@EROLS.COM
Date: 14 May 2000
BELLY BUTTON
BELLY BUTTON:
1....2.....3.....FROM IAN C. TO WHO????
MS. B... THE PERSIAN STYL-E:
DARK SKIN... DARK HAIR...AND R.L. UNDERWEAR...
TRUE BEAUTY NO LIE... 8:30 A.M. STILL LOOKING FLY...
WITH A BIG-ASS SMILE... THAT'S MY STYLE...
SLEEP TIGHT... SNUGGLING ALL NIGHT... WITH MY HAND ON YOUR TUMMY...
OH SO YUMMY... THOUGHTS....
UN-PURE.. I'M SURE...
PERSIAN QUEEN...MYSTERY GIRL:
I KNEW WHO YOU WERE MONTHS AGO...BUT YO....
YOU NEVER SAW ME.. IAN C...
ALL SHADDY-
CHILLIN....
PIMP'IN FROM A FAR...
NEXT THING YOU KNOW....
P-FUNKS...STRAWBERRY MARGARITAS...SHOOTIN THE SHIT AT A BAR.
WHIPS & CHAINS... WHATS MY GAMES????
PIERCED NIPPS...HIPS...LIPS AND CLITS....
SOFT KISSES...SEXY TOUCHES...PUFFIN THE DUTCHES.. IN BLUNT FORM.
SO WARM AND SLOW...
HA-HA-HA YOU JUST DONT KNOW...
PUSH-PULL-LICK-BITE...
TEASING AND PLEASEING...ALL NIGHT.
FIGHT...
YES/NO.... YES/ NO...
BUT HE IS SOOOOOOO...
GOOD YET BAD... I'M JUST GLAD.... THE TRUST IS THERE...
SO SHARE...
BEAR IT ALL...
THE TRUE YOU...
WHO ME....
CANT' YOU SEE ...
I SEE YOU...
TRUE...
no lies... no disguise.... no front'in
just touch'in...
the "belly button."
your naval.... so novel...
why do you make me smile???
will I go to hell if I tell???
yes...no...maybe so...
but I got no shame...
so play my game...
it is all about smile'in...
while'in... and have'in fun...
it's just begun...
Your down with me...
and my... crue B sweat'in you...
G.H.E.T.T.O..... you know...
the FLOW....
from me to Ms. B.
will you ever see....
the words I give....
THE WORDS YOU receive...
I WON'T DECIEVE...
OR NEGLECT
THE R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
5/14/2k 12:32 a.m
you can't sit forward..
making you feel weird...
feared....
everyone bugg'in...
cuz i'm not down...
putting a frown...
on my face...
black lace...
g-string...
bling-bling....
boo-hoo...
oh guru...
what should I do???
I don't see why I can't find a girl-e to appreciate me...
what-what...
there is more to this boy then most people know...
want to show... want to share...
precious & rare...
my inner soul... how I tick...
getting so god-damb-sick...
day after day...
week after week...
lookin for a 5-foot FREAK...
like-ME...
MR. C.
CRAZY>>>>>>
why do I keep writing....
fighting....
keep cumming back...
like crack....
life is changing all around me...
scared...
yet... still alone...
the world my thrown.
Anything I want... I can do....
so where are you???
to hold my hand....
to give me kisses...
my wishes....
I will stop tripp'in...
& dipp'in....
where I should not be....
that's not me....
just impressed...
with what I see...
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