My darling, A. J. V.-
I had a dream about you last night - again. You were lip-locked with that too-hot girl from my nightmares, hands travelling south (and fast). Stupid little skank, does she even know? (Yes.) She tipped her head back, creasing the freshly ironed sheets on our bed, and her eyes met mine (direct connect). Move by move you slowly placed the needles into my body, kissing all of my favourite places on hers. Do you even know? (Yes.) She mentioned me and you brushed it off, shedding the idea like a coat four-years too small. You still fit me like my favourite little summer dress.
Maybe it's time for me to follow suit and outgrow that, too.
I had a dream about you last night - again. You were lip-locked with that too-hot girl from my nightmares, hands travelling south (and fast). Stupid little skank, does she even know? (Yes.) She tipped her head back, creasing the freshly ironed sheets on our bed, and her eyes met mine (direct connect). Move by move you slowly placed the needles into my body, kissing all of my favourite places on hers. Do you even know? (Yes.) She mentioned me and you brushed it off, shedding the idea like a coat four-years too small. You still fit me like my favourite little summer dress.
Maybe it's time for me to follow suit and outgrow that, too.
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