his lips tasted like tobbaco
sweet && sinful
sweet && sinful
he made my body forget about allergic reactions
completly aware of the lies that were told
the secrets we'd hold
we knew this was love
only sometimes...
my definition of love must be diffrent with each guy i come into contact with. i will respect a man, but these hoes get no love. at first i thought that i was the one growing with each conversations, or movie date... but ive noticed that its completly the opposite, and it always has been.. im the one that guys run too because im the "stable" type.. the financial stability, the therapist, the sense of responsibily.. something representing maturity.. im tired of being a safe haven.. a place to run to.. the "wifey" type.. i understand that thats a very respectable title... but damn.. ii juss wanna kik it.. without all the obligation.. so much pressure.. its npot even like i put myself in these situations.... not all the tyme... i juss cant help but hav a diffrent dude for diffrent reasons.. my goal is to find ONE with most if not all, and i hav yet to come across that.. and until i do, im struck juggling several diffrent but all very fake relationships.. all held together by false promises and lustful thinking..
_SLOWPOKE'