The Naughty Passions of Holly…Coming Out of the Stable, Ready to Ride that Savage Beast of your Inner Desires
I was always Santa’s bad little elf-missive. What is it with these late night fetishes which makes me want to come alive with such temporary insanity. Bipolar bitch as I am. Must keep my inner goddess satisfied as she licks the blade of my passion god raining with a fiery tongue of spit and come all over my sweat glistening body.
Not one to minch words or your anal cavity for that matter since most we speak is shit ’bout others and not so much ’bout our fucking selves.
If you need a miracle look beyond the manger in your fairy tale dreams and into your own heart of desire for the things to come (giving birth) from deep inside your womb of gratitude for more than what someone else considers to be your own self-worth.
Gifts of silver and gold; frankincense and myrrh, or just the scent of pumpkin spice on that slice you’ll be eating out tonight.
So let your holiday be filled with Hollywood stars shining from the place of your new birth into that decadent desire along the journey less traveled by most. Because let’s face it. If your ass don’t get out of the stable, how the fuck you gonna ride that horse bareback into the night.
The words from her mother’s very last hour on this earth still haunt her even now.
“Change is so damn hard but the rewards are great. The reason only a small percentage of people ever truly achieve their God-given dreams and passions.”
Perhaps living a mediocre life of self-inflicted consumerism suicidal misguided intentions is the most unpardonable mortal sin of all.”
All you who are restless and weary…find that animal deep within and squeal your body as you ride into the wind.
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