It's the 16th....

Sun, 12/01/2013 - 02:13 -- cyaartl


And I still love you.

My love, my love hurts though.

Dammit, I just want to cry. Endlessly, if I must.

I can't even mention my love, act on it,

Nothing. Just allow it to be there.

Lord knows I don't want to.

But I can't help it. 

I have no choice.

Baby, I love you so much.

You'll always be my best friend, but shit.

I need you to be more than that.

I want you back.


Right now.

Being next to you...Bolsters my soul.

I love your smell. It's nice.

Your cute ass nose. Ooh! Look away!

Your personality (even though you're an asshole) speaks to me.

Your smile and talent.

Your long......torso.

Fuck me. Now.

I want you.... I need you.

I crave you.... I lust you.

And baby, I'm going to wait.

Take your time.

It's the 16th.

I need your loving.

Nothing counts but your loving...and GOD of course.

What. Are. You. Waiting. On.

I'm here. To love you.

No one else.

I can't. I won't.

Friends? Just friends?

I beg to differ.

Don't get me wrong.

It's the 16th.

Fuck me good, baby.

Fuck me. Open my legs.

Kiss my back.

Lick my tip.

Massage my stressed feet.

Drop down low and shallow your pride down.

Don't lie. Don't be shabby.

Marry me.

Call me your hubby.

Boo thang.


Always #1.

That's right, bitches. He's mine!

Slut. Whore. Trick. Cunt.

He's mine. Like a damn piece of candy on Valentine's Day.

Hard and brittle like a..........

It's the 16th..

And I still love you.

What does that mean to you.


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