Thoughts of you occupy my mind like grey matter does my brain
You course through me like blood does my vein
Poison me like the devils nectar, intoxicating
Taking me on an ephemeral mental trip, falling over you
Visceral pleasure muddling emotions
Delirium, confusion teetering between my fantasy and our reality
Unsure, unsure, unsure, of what is, what was, what is going to be
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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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