Some things are worse than being alone;

9 08 2012

“It’s too hot here, not my kind of town.
but i can smell you, even though you are miles away.
i put my hand on my stomach, and pretend it’s yours.
leave on the lights. hand on my back;
mouth on my mouth. i need to feel you near me.
it’s too hot here.”

 

 

 

 

 

btw; i’m back.

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2 responses

9 08 2012
stuartart

Nice to have you back. :)

10 08 2012
t

Yippee! You’re back!

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