The troublesome soul is locked away and out of control. The unforgiving lies drive you to a loose depressing pride. The weirdness of lust is being swept like dust. The spinning of the head is driving you crazy damn is that what I just said. Laughter, pride, and joy he looks at me with care and then I say go ahead boy. Do you really think I think, that this is real, oh my goodness man what is your deal. I am in love, I am in lust, and I am deceived from the locked soul and broken promises I have received. Captured and sealed with care and now I am falling in love with him but something is telling me don’t you dare. Do you enjoy crying from all of that lying? My, my, my look at yourself Try.
I am a full-time Doctorate student. I am optimistic, loving, caring, aggressive, fair, and strong-willed. I enjoy reading and writing. I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I love being a mom.
Those Soft tones trembling in dark, a feather soft bruise on my supple skin, your luscious lips searching salt amidst sweat, entangled in your arms: a calmer me, tamed lust, wet dreams, I yearn for your touch more and more,
A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our