We all have stories to tell. These are mine – the twisted words of life.

Our thing

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Weekends our day.

Then Thursdays.

Then whenever we feel like it.

It almost became a habit.

His shoulders are broad.

His chest, I love to feel.

His jaw is my favorite.

His eyes are so sexy!

The way his hands touches my skin,

From my knees to my thigh.

It lingers from deep within.

His warm breath on my skin.

Nothing feels awesome than that.

My tattoos kept him fascinated.

He’d kissed them and be in awe.

Lying side by side. On his car. On his bed.

Made the worries go away.

A guy from QC.

A guy I met from a bookstore.

It’s all the same guy.

We do the unusual.

But we like it casual.


Written by RinalynFaye

February 26, 2014 at 3:26 am

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