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Blessed and lucky to havethe one girl who is a forever love. Lucky,we never really neededthose other thingsto compete withyou and your favorite position. Always on top from below. Heavy are the wordscoming loudly with eyesme and my palmed handhigh on your hip and ass. Pull whilepushing us down deep undercover wanting to love you…

There are a handful of youthat love just howI can string wordshere alongmy sensitive and pretty chainnever giving up her name. She’s my oneinfectious drugI need to go buyout on the dirty streetsto try and replace certain lost feelingsGod knows I’ve triedto find my sellerit’s impossible to thinknot having herconstantly on the mind. I honestly…

There is that onethat always knowsby instinct or by luckor neither I suppose. That indelible onewho has thatperfect lookthat otherswill just never know. Having hadway too muchfrom that perfect cupI know my belly to be full. With my infectious acheit’s latenear 4 amI can’t quite get herout of my head. If you’ve hadthe luxury ofreading…

The words written downdriven in the groundcrawl with Me for a while. After all, it’s not everydayyou meet a girlwho mirror and matchmy own insides.This first timeshe fits neatly here in My pocketshe and her solitary wordsfall silently around My ownforbidden or otherwise her dark little demeanorI can already tellI’m going to fallinto her sickness.…

Here it is writtenthis sacred versefrom high atop a set of stairsthat one girl,perched high above the otherswhere only she can lay claimto the forbidden words. Soft spoken or otherwiseI am attracted to her pausewith no careful consideration to the girl I am drawnconsumed by wantingit is her intellect taking center stage. I kneel hereout…