She said relationships suck we knew what it meant we both wanted each other but neither wanted to hurt one another even tho she hooked it up with her other we still remained lovers knowing that even if we were happy together how could we do that to her mother and our bodies yearn for one another she still had to up and leave tomorrow late night visits drank smoked and cuddle early morning cinnamon and icing my hunny buns saddle Gallup like a pony she all bout her money When I call she here in a hurry whit jar of that blueberry sour or the strawberry past ordinary our tale is a romance story a novel legendary By now forgot how it started well thought and written she want to be taken I wanted it to be giving she served and I ate it pour and I taste it git my lips wet of that tea she loves and she hates it how she got hypnotized mind left mesmerized thought we were wrong felt right never apologised smiling looking in each others eyes in shock eyes wide surprised then marched when on her slow ride-Good morning have a good day
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 06:09:37 +0000
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