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The gift that Keeps killing.... [Not a bio but im sure some can relate]


I was appealed by your appearance not gone lie i was intrigued by you but could you keep me played my cards right i had a full house but i guess you held the out roses left at my door step again i love picking them up and softly slide one against my lip flash backs of you and in the house while it rain i cant even argue if you kissed me or i kissed you first you slide your hand on the side of my cheek as if it spelled out beautiful your lips made ya tongue roll down my neck sexy caught up in the moment passion calling my name but i reply in a soft breath with your name flip me turn me any way you like back....forth...slow... i sync to your beat skin,....sweat....lips.... dance with me.... until the music slows and the song ends you lay there staring in my eyes but this time it feels cold i've never seen this man a quick notion of happy birthday as if another year ive grown older Confused But days, months passed, i hadn't felt to good a cold i couldnt shake a clinic visit i wish i took way before i met you only to findon that day you gave me the gift a gift i cant shake i cant get rid of all because i forgot to protect myself from the person who was supposed to protect me so now i have it the gift that keeps on killing
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