Between you and I, we were supposed to fuck real quick and dip.
I was supposed to dive in you, not live in you.
I was supposed to chill
and have you ride along for the thrill.
i was supposed to enthrall you. entertain you apparently and engage in something intimate for a limited period.
not think of engagement & missed periods.
my tip was supposed to touch that button way way in there and out of respect restore you and then remove myself from the picture.
but i was framed and cuffed to committing an act of actually showing emotion. you tell your girls and other friends "he did it". and i, hands up as the perp and battering ram into a pussy i'm supposed to push off and play off after the fact. but the fact is... i'm tryna fuck again real quick.
and idk what the fuck a quickie is five ten fifteen forty forty five minutes two to three hours on in. i suppose... we can go get ice cream a few times. i don fucked around and learned a few of your favorite songs, a few colors, purple, fuscia, magenta, mahogany,
blue.
all the while knowin gold and copper skin compliment one another.
why the fuck can i not lay this gold on fair skin. a fair lady. fan fare flaring from freedom flying away with a formidable friend with french tips on her feet.
actually, the sleeze in me was supposed to fuhk with your friend but after being more than friends with you and befriending her that beheaded the whole everything.
in conclusion, we were never supposed to get this close, friend.
