.IM SORRY. I DONT MEAN TO BE GREEDY
I opened a door last night that I knew I shouldn't have opened.now it's another night and we still haven't spoken. Lyrical virtuoso ,Something told me to stay in the shadows ,but swiftly you became my crutch,soon I became too friendly,..vulnerability came, then I said too much. How do you know the heart beats beneath your chest? Well,The chemistry with him is none like the rest. He plays me like chest yet He is one I call friend ,so ,my wicked tongue leads me to what end?My blood rises but to give appearance all credit would b false; kind, gentle , dark dimpled,tattered vision, Bim sauced ,kris-krossed and hand tossed,it's the talent, his intellectual mind that makes him a boss.this marvel mutant causes energy manipulation ,blinded I left 'I think I'm a taker' out of my calculation.What would you do to hold love again, in the form of friend,to dwell in HIS presence, to taste his skin? The weirdest thing about me is that I have an over active imagination. Being intimate in the moment just to get his emotional ejaculation. He ah say 'I'm not gonna push you away' so 'I Spose I should say be mindful' yet I assured myself ,yo relax, ...ha, I wish I was a stronger women to have more control over myself.lo siento,Not every venture ends in climax.
Oh my, tis my signature tune I do declare i spoke to soon.
