The way you close your eyes at night and laugh when I am gone and think
of me, then roll your eyes at me when I am there i am not surprised... how do know I am there
present in the moment living it not hoping it, natural high breathe in but we
aint smoking it, being a minute never got familiar it breeds contempt you take
the phenomenal for granted … you walk in the room I shake my head like “dam”
and almost choke on it, living in the dream world but I get to wake to it…
feeling it.... see it like breathing mist in
the cold I call it heart beating it ( Dam)... i got your hand covering your
mouth no doubt, its's not about sexy or shy you know what i am talking about
(our secret lol ) I a appreciate your curves minus the perve just the slur we
both concur …. You can put it right “thur”… For you Boo I have being hung on a
cross I didn’t do it to be cool, love hurts but its aight we rolling that old
school …I end up laughing like you do when you call me your “beautiful fool”
and you look at me with a little drool….
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