Dreamland awaits you,
Close your eyes,
Imagine you and I,
Close as breath,
Skin upon skin,
Lips touching,
For you taste of Raspberries,
sweetly irresistible,
The fragrance of you,
Takes my breath away,
I am burning inside,
A torch of fire,
Burning fuel of passion,
For you are my desire,
My heart beats with every breath,
You are my destiny,
Your eyes evade me,
deep, dark, mysterious,
I am your slave,
Your love has captured me,
Grab my body,
Pull me close,
Show me your love,
In ways I could only dream.
Wake me I must be dreaming,
This is a fairytale.

Someone explain the beret to me. Berets are lame...I mean the French can wear them because, well, lets face it, they're French. They don't count....
Anyway, ignoring the French (as we are wont to do as a people), back to the berets. Berets are not Bad Ass. On their own , they're pretty much the opposite of Bad Ass, which is Bitch Ass. Bad ass is on one side of the globe and Berets are all off in the otha direction
The United States Special Ops (the BA army of America that will hand you your ass on a platter and make you shave and then eat it) wear berets. It just doesn't make any sense to me.
I think it may be a dare of some kind. They're just waiting for someone to say something about their berets. They want you to say something about it, so they could break them. I feel bad for the one idiot who said something about their berets. I wonder if they would just kill him, or if they would just torture him, until the person admitted how wrong they were to say it.....
Maybe its just a thing like they're so tough they can wear a beret because they can make them look tough. Just because they can, you know? Like how bitches with flat stomaches wear stupid half shirts just because they can... More things I don't understand. Why is it so hard for these bitches to wear clothes. I mean its not too bad if she's got a good to decent body, but I have and issue with the ugly/fat bitches who think they're pretty/skinny. They try n act all big n ad n hard n dont understand why guys don't like them when they're cocky n rude......Anyway, Im gunna stop there because if I go down this path, I wont...
Okay, that's my thing on berets....I just don't get it...

Eyes of polished ebony
A silken chocolate mane
Skin, the purest ivory
Smile gentile, but never tame
Bites that burn like fire
With passion and desire
A gentleman and a scholar
Lacking not for kindness, nor for honor
An elegant fantasy
In death given life
Made reality
Now, I’m balanced on a knife
The hunter and the hunted
Afraid, hungry, and confronted
With a question of morals
In a time fated for quarrels
Tell the truth
Tell a lie
This is the question that plagues my youth
Doubt the girl and lose the guy
Wait and watch
For one of them to botch
Up what was doomed from the start
And laugh at the pain in my heart
Or take wing
Be honest and free
Forget every earthly thing
Let every day be a jubilee
Of the day he saw fit
With his kindness and wit
To make me a banshee
To signal the death of each marquis