Meemaws perspective:
This was it. I was in the very home of my soft dick daddy president. It was then that I realized I didn't just want the glory and excitement of being in the presence of mister trump, I wanted his splotchy orange dick in my mouth. I can just imagine the taste of the toxic fake tan sliding down my throat like sweet sweet nectar. Golly gosh I was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. I was snapped out of my trance by an abundance of cheers erupting from the base of the stairwell. And directly above the sea of red hats, there was trump himself. The very man the fueled all of my wildest fantasies. I felt as if I was going to melt into the floor and then something unimaginable happened. his pasty polluted sky blue eyes met mine and I almost screamed out in pleasure.
Trump's perspective:
As I finally found my way to the stairs, I was disappointed and shocked to find that almost all of the terrorists were white men (wonder why), almost... in the sea of red there was a single woman that could surely fulfill my desperate mommy kink. Our gazes met for a split second before I looked her up and down admiring her wrinkly skin and purple t-shirt and zip-up sweater. I also noticed that she had an American flag grasped in one bony hand and the way she was looking at me. Her toothless was as bright as the sun and her hollow bloodshot eyes spoke a thousand words. I knew right then and there that I needed her under me before the night would come to a close. I advanced down the stairwell, pushing past all of my sweaty white male followers to reach my target. Finally, I reached her. I snaked my sausage fingers around her saggy waist and whispered tenderly in her droopy ear. "C'mon we should find some privacy," I whispered to her before leading her away from the mob and into a back hallway.