Choice. Chosen Like A Chieftess By The Collective Consensus. The Making Of This Women In Me Runs Sole

Choice.  Chosen Like a chieftess by the collective consensus. The making of this women in me runs sole deep, for my ancestors have danced and crawled on their knees... YET I beg I pleed I bleed. For a need of you, Chief. But all lies on the balance of strings you have yet to weave so that I can cleave. So unwoven I am like the unchosen.. I return to face the council..the floor given to me and im on my knees I dont have a thing to say, so ill be as it may The Unchosen

Cheerleader princess buttercup

Eat desert at the wrong time cheat the system

Be your own wild fantasy and when you leave this realm youll know you lived

Felt cute like a pin up girl cute without the wonder bra and lingerie