Confuse the niave
Misdirect the lost
I am here to revise
And revive those mentally suppressed
A mind is a precious jewel.
I cut with a surgeon's scalpel
To envoke emotions the come my past
Becoming your present
I see dymonds in your future
Or am I reflecting on my past?
My name is dymond cutta
Words aroused the senses
Like a gifted tongue to a
Sexually deprive clit.
I want to taste your jewel
Thoughts become mine
69 is a way of life.