I know this to be true that love can be death. I can only look in her eyes for a few minutes before I start to weep. Her hand in mine is the way it should be. My fist to the wall, I wonder if she even thinks about me. The sheets swallow me as I remember that she brought them. Running down the stairs I stumble into my own pool of tears. Peering out the window I see love has saturated my neighborhood. Staring at my phone I see love is burning up my data. Falling back up the stairs, I crawl back into my bed. In a whirlwind I fall victim to my dreams in hopes of seeing her once again.
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Peeling off that last lace layer,tossing it from the sofa,showing me, all that you offer. Revealing those still pert breasts,with large dark and …Visual