YOUR KISSES
Your kisses pervade my mind, leaving me permanently blind. Blind to the fact that you don't love me. You just like the pie between my thighs,juicy, hot, and sweet.I'm getting out my tool so I can cut down your rule, over my body, my thoughts, my mind. I don't need you in my life. You cause me way too much strife.
So, here it goes I'm getting my knife!!
TRINA N. THOMAS-EADDY 10-02-10
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