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New City of Tuscany

  • Writer: Jessie Quick
    Jessie Quick
  • May 2, 2022
  • 4 min read

Updated: Sep 12, 2025


The day belonged to the open wild of their hearts

Condo in the skies of New York City – he said, "You deserve it all, that and the corn on the Cob.”

Castles in the sky rained down all of its hopes, it’s wisdom ready to impart

We can stay in your castle my king but don’t treat me like no princess cuz we know I’m the Queen, now come here and make me scream.


Obeying the Queen, the King marched his drummer to the proper beat – when a villa in the skies of New Tuscany City – she asked, “Do you want the Cob, do you want the chips, or do you want these lips?”

Oh baby, in all his chivalry and glory approaching me the butterflies still dance.

Dance to the beat, dance to thought; do I take a stance, do I take a chance?

We’ve danced with our demons and with the devil himself brave and fearless even grinning at times but are we too afraid to dance with our angels and does our inner God dance too? Why should it be that way? Can we let our white angelic wings soar and dance like we never have before tonight?


Let our angelic wings soar to new heights away from old lows. Let our demons watch us take flight farther and farther from the fall. If we can dance and we can love, can angels and demons free us from above? Can we free ourselves once and for all?


Freedom is the goal sweetie to choose who and what we are bonded too, that is freedom to me can’t live without these handcuffs that bond me to you and to our family. I can dance with you right now and take you as close to heaven and hell as you’ve ever been as this pussy’s your prison for right now.


Blinded by the angelic white of heaven, burned by the passionate fires of hell – is either one right? Wrong? Can both be for what we long? Who says prison has to be a bad thing – the New City of Tuscany – she says “Bond me to your prison cuz I don’t want just a fling.

Oh baby, keep fucking me and this pussy is your prison bust out only to bust a nut because we can’t have no babies right now. You know if we got married we could sin like this endlessly and shamelessly and dance with our angels too you know they have superhuman speed and strength," she chuckles ... hehehehehehehehehe


Superhuman speed added with strength, the power of their sin could hardly be to blame. The force of their passion is fueled without shame. Shall we get married – why do we wait? Can we fuck endlessly even beyond Heaven’s gates? Or is Heaven’s gate chuckling, wait, I mean giggling.


Wouldn’t be surprised if heaven’s gates were wondering what in the hell we are doing down here, the punishers, are we trapped here forever baby, someone’s got to do it, now someone’s got to do me so put your sword on me and immortalize me with it in your lemon soul.


Is being trapped really a punishment when down here with you the reward is now imminent? My reward is my sword nearly lost in the fire. My lemon soul and your lavender body forge the flame of desire. To be or not to be is known by all, but to love or to lust is an action to call.


All I know is to hurt and so I learned how to hurt others including you sometimes but when your cob is deep inside my butter melts to the top of it and I learn to love the lust and the lust turns to love so that’s a good start isn’t it?


Melt your butter baby, let it slather my cob. If this is where we start, then let’s start again . . . and again . . . and again. The future isn’t written regardless of fate. It’s about where we are and not where we’ve been. About who we trust even when hurt gets it spend – it’ll be worth it in the end.


You’re always worth it nobody does it like you, big daddy, keep fucking my pretty dandelion and don’t stop hell is a place we both rule in but when you make me cum I’m in pure heaven and bliss squirting out our lemon juice- don’t say end-ever because immortality is the goal for us and the family. Don’t tell me you’ll ever be done doing what we do?


Never, ever be done doing what we’re doing, for in the immortal realm and our immortal soul – the sunflower eyes and dandelion lips stay together forever. And the splintered mind of J squared and L squared will have all the love, sex and laughter for their fairy tale family of happily ever after!

 
 
 

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