A whisper on the air, floats down to my semi-conscious and tugs at me
My name light, empty, barely spoken
Searching, finding nothing in my mind, I lay here, wondering
A hush, hearing voices - neurotic, in need of rest
Drifting between states, almost awake, open my eyes, empty space
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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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