I could imagine being a hot mess with you.
Late at night tangled in the sheets, feet touching, nose to nose.
I could imagine being a mess with you.
Feeling your lips roam my body kissing my neck.
I could imagine being with you.
But you make me a mess.
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Stressed&Depressed
Non-FictionLife is stressful and depressing so why not complain about it. Welcome to my life, I hope you enjoy the ride.
