General, Love |
Him, bringing me fresh alstroemeria and fuchsias every Thursday. Her, on the sofa, massaging me with oils of brown sugar and vanilla in the evenings. Me, always satisfied, never straying, living on Cloud 10.
Love, Romance |
Your daddy taught you to ride a bike, While your mama showed you to tie them shoes. And in the schools they taught you them A, B, C’s, Baby, why don’t you deepthroat? Your voice is flawless, that it is, But the sounds of…
You speak of love being a game and that this game is one that constantly causes you pain in a way that freezes your and sends you chills when a man calls your name. But at the same time, deep down inside, your soul still…
Love, Sad |
Baby please don’t go Don’t leave me alone with my pride on the floor and my tissue drenched tears I’ll tell you I’m gonna change But I won’t I’ll end the affair But don’t I have needs and you know that I can’t be your…