Every day is a commitment. Every morning I wake up I look forward to a rundown of I love you's and I miss yous. I miss you even when we're already talking. I just want respect to binding us together. No name-calling. No shouting. I know we're not perfect, but I hope to relive my parents' relationship with us. Not perfect, but I saw respect, trust, and love engulfing them both until my father's body gave up on life.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoetryMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
