We went down this lonely rode before
It only left open sores with flaws
The thrill of your aura is possibly scrutinizing in every way
If I unzip my heart would you use my heart to play with your inner affairs?
Your love was so jaded , lukewarm ,semi cool but was rare
And yet they call you thrills, you gave me the chills in a strange way
Fore if penetration would have took place you would have jaded my pussy too
For this Thrill is temporary no comparison to love with you
No typo like how tonuges glide in and out each’s other’s mouth or dividing space to lay on
a couch or twin bead. Sweating where women was always mislead . and scratched you back and i scratch my head because they
left you cold. And still this thrill lingers on lke a ageless soul i met in another life for
it seems to be destined to see your eyes and wipe your tears and make marshallows out of lies
Clarity i saw just the other day, it dead smacked me in the face , and even made a tear appear it was then I thought why now ?
I heard no sound .
I saw no delight
Although i fight to find a cause to hold on too the thrill, because it’s one of a kind in this lifetime where every choice is your future , in dsimay i close my eyes and enjoy the ride with a spirit that moves swiftly as I .