I remember the way your hands gripped at my waist. I remember how you coated my body in hard wet kisses. How you would look into my eyes and all you could see was passion and lust and I think love. I miss this. I'm afraid I won't remember forever. Maybe it won't be just a memory. Maybe we can make more and they will become moments put into action once again.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
