I can not be described with words... |
I watched you sleep last night.
I'd grown accustomed to sleeping alone...
Should I stay, should I go
Should I question or should I know...
I lay here beside you "so sexy" as you...
Yet you never lift a finger to caress my inner...
I roll over in bed and what do I see?
A hollow empty space gleaming back at me...
Picture us rocking on the front porch
Sipping on sweet tea...
I watched you sleep last night.
I'd grown accustomed to sleeping alone...
The truth is more receptive when one is led to believe they thought of it themselves. |
Past indiscretions R not meant to be changed but are tools meant to be utilized for future maturity. Use them as guidelines to grow mentally, physically, sexually, and emotionally. Hence, changing the past only prevents the future. |
Sometimes the attempt is far more facinating then the result. |