For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.
There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next sugar daddy-o
Her designated fool
She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill
I once loved her and now I paying the bill
Right about now she’s regulating on someone
With her juicy groove
If papa comes quick
She’ll slow ’em down and teach ’em a textbook trick
Some advanced curriculum
She’s a master
At stimulating her class
I once loved her
I graduated too fast
From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life.
She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture.
Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon.
She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales.
She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December.
Her face was shades of colorful ambition; apertures and contrasts of tuition.
What a price you had to pay; for, with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the gray.
Your mission has become the predator and the prey.
To know you – means she must consume you, but only by her native woo.
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