I miss the gentle kiss on my eye lids willingly forcing them to close
Warm silent embrace the feeling of drifting between time and space
The escape from reality, fantasies in reverie
Rejuvenation, restoration, energy from this state
I feel forsaken, unforgiven for the choices that I've made
This separation is tiring counting sheep has not paid
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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