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“Romance is about the possibility of things. You see it’s about the time between when you first meet some fine woman and when you first make love to her. And when you first ask a woman to marry you and when she says I do. When people that have been together for a long time say the romance is gone, what they’re really saying is that they’ve exhausted the possibility.” — Darius Lovehall |
Today’s featured piece comes from a young lady who I hold dear to my heart. Her words are the back drop for the experiences that both men and women share alike. I am thankful that she shared this with me, I appreciated it and I hope that you do too!
I Wear My Pussy On My Sleeve
In the interim of love…I Fuck
My mind knows its wrong
My heart is still lonely
My pussy throbs
I just need someone to hold me
I know better than this
Callin me at 3 O’clock in the morning
So I fight with myself…
Do I let him in and feed my thirst?
Do I close my legs and go to sleep 1 more time without the satisfaction of a nut?…
Or do I just play with myself…maybe then I’ll feel the burst
I know you don’t love me…Hell, I can’t stand the sight of your face
But I love you when you lick me from front to back to get your early morning taste.
I know that after you bust its all over
We pretended to be in love for a couple of hours
I fixed you dinner…you rubbed my feet… we showered together…and laid in the stank until the morning rose
But I know when I see you in the street we’ll do even more actin’
Scene 2
We’ll pretend as if we are buddies throwing insults at each other so no one will suspect a thing…that shit hurts….
Maybe 1 day, I’ll stop wearing my pussy on my sleeve.
~Jazz
