Laundry Room

You ended our thing today.

Sadly, I felt something when we were intimate.

I wouldn’t ever tell you that.

I’m pretty sure you think I’m a whore.

You say you can’t stop thinking about all the other guys who have touched me.

You say that turns you off.

Ouch.

Damn, I really wanted that New Years kiss.

For what it’s worth, I’m glad I approached you that one night in that dark room.

Thanks for keeping it Real.

(For the most part)

 

 

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