A Poem a Target Wrote For Me... Aww gee wiz :D
RedheadHB7.5 is a reverent girl, talking about the Lord when we met. Dated a few guys before me, though never let them F-close her. First time I met her during the day, later that night I invited her over and did the romantic guy cooking dinner routine - H'orderves, cheap champaigne, dinner, etc (she said earlier none of her ex'es did things like that). F-closed her that night. And she talked about God adterwards! Geeesh. The only thing I want to hear about God is you screaming his name while while I F you silly...
Here is a sweet poem she wrote for me:
not wanting to wash your scent from my skin.
memories filling my lips,
longing again for the taste of your kiss.
the warmth of your breath across my neck
responsibilities loom,but my thoughts
they slip so eagerly back to you.
are you genuine,even real...
could i be just a pass time,for space you need filled..
no i have to stop
i refuse to entertain these rancid thoughts
i'll just go back,
to the night before
the anticipation,
the smile
the kiss as you opened the door.
Damn, not bad
Here is a sweet poem she wrote for me:
not wanting to wash your scent from my skin.
memories filling my lips,
longing again for the taste of your kiss.
the warmth of your breath across my neck
responsibilities loom,but my thoughts
they slip so eagerly back to you.
are you genuine,even real...
could i be just a pass time,for space you need filled..
no i have to stop
i refuse to entertain these rancid thoughts
i'll just go back,
to the night before
the anticipation,
the smile
the kiss as you opened the door.
Damn, not bad