Hypothetically … hypothetical
Remember when we were broke sitting on the bus listening
to r Kelly, my hands sneaking in strange places while I am feeling on your
booty…
Playful you slap
my hand because we are in a public place
but you still let me, we on that braggadocios type love that ooze out your eyes, young horny
passionate and still crazy, we had not yet become slave of conformity still
full of the maybe …
Finding that quiet spot in the corner of the park,
laying down a blanket some food a little wine, one in your ear the other in
mine slow dance if I remember correct it
was Tyrese “my sweet Lady”
Yep and after some food and light sip, we escape the
world and we create our own, that’s how we escaped the worlds crazy slow down
everything, your head on my chest dreams of buying our first house and silly arguments
about who one day would have the right
to name our first baby
Hypothetical…
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