Doctor Feelgood | Aretha Franklin

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I don’t want nobody, always
Sittin’ around me and my man
I don’t want nobody, always
Sittin’ around there
Lookin’ at me and that man

Be it my mother, my brother, my sister
Would you believe, I get up
Put on some clothes
Go out and help me find somebody for this self,
if I can’

Now I don’t mind company
Because company’s alright with me
Every once in awhile
Yes it is,
Now I don’t mind company
Because company is alright with me
Every once in awhile, yeah

And Ooooooooooooooh
When me an that man get to lovin’
I tell ya girl, I dig ya, but I don’t have time
To sit, and chit, and sit and chit-chat an smile

Don’t send me no doctor
Fill me up with all a those pills
I got me a man named Doctor Feelgood
Yeah! Yeah!
That man takes care of all my pains and ills
His name is Doctor Feelgood in the morning
To take care of business is really this man’s game
And after one visit to Dr. Feelgood,
You understand why I feel good, in this pain.
Oh! Yeah! Oooh!
Oh, good God a-mighty
The man sure makes me feel real……..
Goooooooood!

EXTRA! EXTRA! ACTION VIEWED FROM THE CLOSET! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

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For you readers who have been disappointed with my lack of any titillating sexual content in this supposed “cuckquean” blog, I hope this post might compensate a bit.

I am – at this very moment – witness to my husband’s lust for another woman. I shall endeavor to provide a blow-by-blow (punny!) description of the action from the king-sized bed a mere four feet away from me (at least until I have to resort to the one-handed typing technique).

John is standing on the side of the bed. He’s pumping his cock in and out of Ginny’s mouth. while she is caressing his balls with her right hand.

J: I love this…oh yeah…yeah…

G: Mumble…mmmhhh….

J: Mmmm…..mmmmmm…..

The blow job continues, folks.

The three of us are on a weekend holiday away —

 

Sorry, but I have been summoned – more details later.

The Question | Pablo Neruda

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Love, a question
has destroyed you.

I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as
the sword or the road.

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.

You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.

Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

Pablo Neruda

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