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A game of mixed signalsPosted
One minute we holding hands taking a stroll through the park making plans. Profound intimate brain stimulation made me think u wanted me to be ur man. You say no one makes u feel the way I can. Honored, cherished, adored, and worshipped like Nubian queen. You and I united as one in devotion, that's what my eyes have seen. My presence you said you adore. My precious time, captivating phone calls, and enchanting fidelity you wanted more of. We go together like a cold hand to a warm winter glove. Suddenly at the next moment, the migraines of rejection ,plague my heart . My heart does not, but my body does honor your request to be apart. No mind-blowing phone calls, delightful walks, loving emails, or sweet texts? Oh my god, she is holding my treasure locked, sealed, And undelivered what is next? She doesn't answer my phone calls anymore, so like Stevie I cant help but wonder, Countless times I am left to have my mind reset ponder.
DontPosted Don't judge me by what has happen, in your prior loveless relationships. Unchanging cheating, astonishing lies, and habitual alibies that always makes you cries. I am not the selfish teammatballin up my jersey like I don't give a %#&@$!, and said I QUIT. Don't go in your room and shut that door. I am not that easy to get rid of like that scum lies on ur floor. With a little pine -sol and elbow-grease, we could polish an reinforce this prize devotion with the swift of a broom. Don't walk away like Jordan did in his prime. Unfinish, Unfullfilled, and Unsatisfied. But then realized home is where the heart lies. Cuz ur love to me is like heaven in my eyes.
Passion's ParadisePosted A luxury suite encompasses by strawberry scented candlelights pierce the air. Sherbert colored rose pedals embraces the floor, as we wrestle through the bayous of passion without a single care. Tempestuous desire fruit becomes our weaponry of warfare. Taking our time, we coast, our shadows recoil themselves off the wall as we become one and goes through metamorphous changes. This love making claims us, making us part of its genetic make up. Our orgasmic moans explode into the tropical mist creating a massive shake-up. |
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