P. Diddy ran a marathon today.
And I finally cleaned my room.
There is something about this Sunday that makes me think miracles can happen.
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I heard your voice last nite and it choked me for an hour until I thought about the way you look in the darkness when I'm on top of you & the way you hold my bottom lip w/your teeth and refuse to let go.
The way you get on top of me and stare at me w/those eyes that promise an attack at any second. And then you smile. And I melt.
And we go for hours--speaking in whispers and moans that someday will shatter the walls, until the sun begins to rise, and we sleep.
And I finally cleaned my room.
There is something about this Sunday that makes me think miracles can happen.
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I heard your voice last nite and it choked me for an hour until I thought about the way you look in the darkness when I'm on top of you & the way you hold my bottom lip w/your teeth and refuse to let go.
The way you get on top of me and stare at me w/those eyes that promise an attack at any second. And then you smile. And I melt.
And we go for hours--speaking in whispers and moans that someday will shatter the walls, until the sun begins to rise, and we sleep.
you should write like this more often..