MARTIANS…WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION….The battleline is drawn.

My stunning beauty…closed my eyes for a brief second and held my breath …for your lovely features I did see…went further and listened…and heard the beautiful voice that rings in my heart moment after moment, day after day… paused and felt the heartbeat…it was the rhythm of love flowing deep…rich…and free. Felt my body move…move to the dance of lovers… two…intertwined into one…for another…I no longer saw

…hi…there’s a guy disturbing me…ummm…who is he and how did you meet him…my sisters friend…wants to call me tonight…told him about you but…tell him he can call you..but…Just be nice to him…tell him it calmly and firmly that it can’t work…aint you worried about having a competition…let him bring it on. Don’t have to fight to prevent him from trying…got to pick my battles…what do you mean by picking your battles….aint I worth fighting for?No…what I mean is that l don’t have to try to stop him…all I need is to fight where it matters….right in your heart…

 

Time makes us complacent…especially after we have won her heart…but at the smell of a threat….AAAAHHHHHHH HHHHHHOOOOOOOO! The battle cry rings loud and clear, the fire is rekindled burning bright and hot…for tonight…we shall march with our prize…the arm of the fair one.