• When I

    by  • January 9, 2017 • To You • 0 Comments

    Lay awake and my mind wonders to you, my hands become your hands. My lips become your lips. My breasts are yours.

    I take my pants down. My legs fall open and you start caressing me the way you use to do.
    I know I shouldn’t indulge as I do, but who can blame a person who’s body becomes weak to the thoughts of another?

    You’re probably onto someone better. Why do I hang on when you’ve clearly let me know I’m not enough? I don’t know the answer to that.
    I think that I think too much.

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