My Own ThugaBoo

My Own ThugaBoo

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I want my own thug to love! I know they be tied to the streets, and that they always pack a heat, I just want one to crush on me, one to fall in love with me, I want the thug wearing the blingest ice around his neck, I want the one were everybody knows he is the king of the deck! What I don't want is the pain it can bring to the heart and brain, the lying games that they can play, the crying every night cause he didn't come home to me, I don't want to have to pray for him to be alright from grinding all night, I know they double trouble, but I don't care I want my own thug that I can love!
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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