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Edited by
iam4u
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Fri 03/09/12 11:11 PM
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She asked me to call,,and kept me in her ear.
as her lover did do her, with my mind in there. She said oh please,,don't hang the phone, Darling I'm here,,so all alone. Ok my pet,,my Queen of my heart. I'll stay here talking, never to part. Her moans of silent heated sighs, released in coughs and ending laughter tries. Missing my every word said, Laying there receiving her guys, best head. So full of love for me to hear, giving him, all of her, without fear. That edge of reality to make her cum. All her time knowing, yet hiding, holding it back,,not showing. Giving me every excuse she had, TV, her Dog, but all so very sad. Her love for me was NOT TRUE. She knew that, as she loved HIM THROUGH. Just her game to make them BOTH, feel MORE. All done in our bed, as they both explore Said she loved me, all the time, With her burst of sighs breaking through sometimes. Her and His little secret, you see,,they sneeked IT. That was her rush,,as she whispered to him,,sheeeee, hush.. Just keeping me on her telephone line, doing him,,silently,,on MY time. The games that excite a few, Now echo those haunts of her voice, saying, her words,,, I LOVE YOU! |
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Edited by
pennyg281
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Sat 03/10/12 12:06 AM
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so hard to love. so hard to trust when others grind our heart to dust. Yet we pick up the pieces and try again in hope that. true love is somewhere out their.
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so hard to love. so hard to trust when others grind our heart to dust. Yet we pick up the pieces and try again in hope that. true love is somewhere out their. Stories become warnings to young hearts to hear... |
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so hard to love. so hard to trust when others grind our heart to dust. Yet we pick up the pieces and try again in hope that. true love is somewhere out their. Stories become warnings to young hearts to hear... You're so right but it's amazing that sometimes though we know love needs to be left behind we stay that love afraid of moving forward. |
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so hard to love. so hard to trust when others grind our heart to dust. Yet we pick up the pieces and try again in hope that. true love is somewhere out their. |
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so hard to love. so hard to trust when others grind our heart to dust. Yet we pick up the pieces and try again in hope that. true love is somewhere out their. Stories become warnings to young hearts to hear... You're so right but it's amazing that sometimes though we know love needs to be left behind we stay that love afraid of moving forward. LOVING AGAIN,,is NOW,,all that I have to feel and look forward to really having and living to KNOW!! |
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i do hope there's not truth to this write, other than a writer's
imagination iam4u ~ otherwise, i am truly ...beyond words on this |
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i do hope there's not truth to this write, other than a writer's imagination iam4u ~ otherwise, i am truly ...beyond words on this |
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Darlin what goes around comes around. Just think someday she will have to suffer for such uglyness and how you won't even care because you will find someone deserving.
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