Diapers?
***CENSORED*** Diapers?
I feel Punk’d.
Damn I think someone just had a baby.
A cute Russian Lady caught the eye of Punk’d,
And they reproduced.
Oh yes Punk’d is a main character in this,
And his wife.
So get this,
My lover and I,
Will be fighting,
And Punk’d will laugh,
Giving me the diaper.
Proud dad Ashton Kutcher is sending diaper smell to Ambrecel. Mila Kunis is the cute Russian lady, and yes
Someone’s too young,
But his left arm goes up in flames,
I have to tell him I love him,
When I feel his arm being touched.
Yes in a bright blue jacket,
He photoed the arm for me,
I saw it and smiled knowing he needed the I love you.
You see here in the cage,
Someone shares my lover’s name.
And he is Too Young for me.
But man he’s a cutie,
And he can sing angel songs.
Women all over the world want him,
Touc
Sometimes there comes a time,
When in the cage,
There is a screen,
With a Social Network.
My lover wanted to dream,
And he loves dreamers.
So he did something,
For a Zuckerburg.
Why is there a need for big dreams,
Like Facebook.
Because my lover,
Believes people that dream big,
Have their dreams come true.
My lover believes,
His friends dreams will come true,
Because he’s around people,
Personally,
I do not like being in his cage,
My lover.
Nope,
Because I am forced to be one with him,
And actually be his partner.
While he is one,
With the two headed monster.
This makes three.
My lover,
Me,
And the two headed monster.
This is what has to happen,
My one,
My lover,
Works with the two headed monster,
And then I have to work with my lover.
All of this is about love
This is bonkers,
But it is apart of the story,
Because male and female souls,
Become one.
We are created in the image of god.
And yes my lover has my penis.
A dream for me,
Was the female half of god,
Saw she had a penis,
Cut it off,
Placed it in a jar.
This pissed off the lead god,
So he rescued man,
And placed him on earth.
Well,
Man wanted his female half.
So she got sent as well.
So thinking about the past today,
And yes I am living in his cage.
When I missed the play,
All those years ago,
The other half of me got hurt.
He yelled at me for missing his play,
Pride,
And I went no I am not calling him either.
Pride.
My nose is cut off,
Many times in the body,
And I need the coaches help.
Months went by,
Again writing about this past,
In the middle of the time when we had not be
Still hidden,
I am watching him.
I know he’s with another,
And sometimes I am sad about that.
Other times I am excited for her.
This is so good for both of them.
So I wait.
Sometimes I want to talk to them both,
And they do.
Other times I want to be alone.
And that is just me.
Alone is something I treasure,
And right now,
Being trapped in my lover’s cage,
I am not alone.
Yes It is,
Lov
How do I contact the Coach,
I do need her advice.
Because I will probably bring another man into my real life.
She might have some idea,
On how to stop my lover from feeling,
Me with another man.
I know I could pick a woman,
My lover has proven I love being with women.
Problem,
I need to get him to talk to me,
About his sexual needs,
So I can prepare myself to be kissing a woman I have never met.
I want to get th
No choices,
None,
He is my one.
I am a two headed monster,
Just like god,
Created in god’s image.
My one,
Is a male soul,
While I’m the female soul.
I want to trade in to pick someone different.
Choices are supposed to be there,
Not with the one.
So I have to look at him,
And go man I’m like him?
I refuse to be him.
I want to be me.
He is nice sometimes,
And then he is cruel to
I want to be nice,
Not cruel.
I do not want to do anything,
To my one that he’s done to me.
How do I get in a relationship,
Knowing that hands on me,
He will feel it.
How do I do anything with the knowledge,
That if I get a tongue in my mouth,
It might go in his.
How do I live?
I swear,
I will not do to him,
What my lover has done to me.
I am going to do this,
Hoping,
He stops that int
It makes me sad,
Understanding the spirit now,
And how people are kept apart because of law.
Law.
Yes I love politics,
And the writing of law.
Spirit knows nothing of law.
A truth that has to be faced.
How can I face the fact,
That I had no choice on whom,
My soul-mate is.
Oh lucky people find out,
And then use the law to marry.
Why the coach is needed for my one,
And for me,
Hoping she under
The marriage is just hitting me,
And I am in his cage.
I have to feel him,
Watch him,
While he is taking care of his meat sack.
He’s married to two women,
One with a legal document,
That he dated for a while.
While me,
I have the spirit,
And she wants to be with child.
My spirit longs for him,
And I think his longs for mine,
I feel her kissing me,
I feel me inside of her,
When him and me are
Twenty-five,
Or twenty,
September,
There was a marriage.
I respect the pope,
And he married me.
My lover,
Said yes,
So we are married in the spirit,
Yes,
My lover is in another country.
How all this works,
There are no boundaries,
To imagination.
The two headed monster,
Exists,
And he needs his coach,
To create the magic.
In hearts the coach goes,
And with helper.
Yes in the cage,
There are many people,
Such as the Angel with bright brown eyes.
There is JF,
And his crew,
TSSJF.
There are others like the Coach,
Because she can help my lover,
And my lover has many many friends.
Hoping Hips gets his friendship,
She probably already does,
And Funny hair really was there in my past and my lovers.
All my lover did was change his ***CENSORED*** name.
So having fun,
And the lover poems will be epic.
There is a friend,
Hoping she doesn’t become a m
This is the second poem in the cage portion of the Lover Poems, a 500 poem poetry book, and then there will be a sequel of 500 poems, as seen on www.ambrecel.com. I am writing a book to describe love, and Madonna is still the coach, she is sharing with Jesus in this poem. This is to about soul-mates, sin, and love. I hope you enjoy.
The two headed monster decided to banish,
A split that should never have happened.
One went to earth,
And he was like my lover.
I do not normally do this, but the coach is Madonna. I am writing a lover poem collection for someone that can never be my friend, he's my lover. Long story, Madonna knows my lover. She will find him fast. So here is the first Madonna poem for a 500 poem collection that started months ago, and yes, celebrities are notified when they make it in the collection. As seen on www.ambrecel.com
I need a Coach
Please,
Plea to the world.
I need a coach for my lover.
I need s
