My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love

Gut feeling

I can feel the uncertainty in your palms when you hold me...when i kiss you i can feel that other promiscuous soul that was dancing on your tounge...she left a piece of her soul and tranquility so i can fathom the reality that im not the only one
...my love dont confuse my nonchalant state to oblivion i know you hold on to the pillow and bed sheets tighter than u hold on to me with the demenour of feeling her early noon affection
She kisses the dopamine reserved for me

Honey, i dont need to page your phone to know you cheated i got my gut feeling