When I weep, I want to fuck it away. With your touch on my neck,. Let down the guard,. Into the boiling pot of us. 114 i can tell you know. Veni, vidi, vici.

I know what he likes. He likes a hard woman. And not a soft girl. And I commenced showing him. That he could be rough with me. You have to look for it to find it. With fast lanes and speeding cars. The thick eyeliner and mascara.

Saturday, February 25, 2017. In me where your fingerprints. Still rest, your kisses. Still linger, and your whispers. Be a part of me. The way you look, smile. Smirk, the way your face. Reacts and transforms with my every whims and schemes; the way you kiss. Me all over whenever you want to ask for something; your caresses.

I thought of you today. Not in the I miss you way. Not in the I need you way. I thought about a inside joke we had. In the way that brought a smile across these lips you used to kiss. A smile that turned into a laugh. A laugh we used to share. I thought about you today. In fact I think about you every day.

In Cognac for the Soul. The last line of defense. I was hanging by my fingertips. On faith, my faith. Even if you said you did,. Even if you promised you would. So I could decide for myself. I never put you to the test. Never tried to see for myself. Whether you would stop me. If I tried to leave,. But sometimes walking by faith.

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