three months ago, there I was thinkin' we were gonna spend our summer days together, but now here we are two months later I'm the one calling you you haven't called me once we haven't done anything together since the night of prom haven't seen each other since may I miss you and I think I'll call you next week for the last time, invite you over, meet my dad's friend, the next call is yours see a movie you ain't never seen show you how to dance like you never danced before any move I see I can do it sexy and the crazy professional to amatuer casual and the formal maybe someday I can get what I want from you i wanna get you wound up once again like you were on the 20th of May, drag you into a room and take your breath away wear a skirt and let you go underneath and taste my sweetness let me feel your lips around me I know it's not right, but it's what I want from you
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I've tried to satisfy my own desires for almost four months now, I know the things I do to myself could never be a substitute for you. you're the only one that can keep me on my seat, keep me from roaming, calm me down, shut me up, make me come undone and you're the only one that's ever been under my shirt touching my bra and taking care of all my needs and desires.
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dirty bradstreet
Poetrya collection of songs/poems that i've written about life,boys,and other random things *not intended for the "innocent"