A wish to feel smaller under your hands, though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants. & Im thinking bout how you care half as much for me, as you lift up my shirt after asking politely. & I guess it doesnt matter who I am or pretend to be, cos its her youll always love, & its her Ill always envy. Gunna end this now so dreams of you wont keep me up, but I swear Im gunna cry, Im sick of trying to be tough.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 04:36:17 +0000