MakeItYap

I’m in the middle of not giving af…and not caring that I don’t. Which can lead to pole dances…filled with cheek claps…for those who can’t stop paying me attention. Putting on a ‘gun’ show is what I’m expected to do, whenever these energies go out their way…to let me know they’re still on my body. But my eyes are locked in with an energy who commands my attention with authenticity…instead of begging for it in booby trap bars. The pressure applied from that originality must be goals. Because the Puppy ExPressed’s are trying hard to play big dawg. Even though all their yapping…is giving their true essence away.