george albot


Butter or margarine


You are my best friend as well as my lover,
And I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most.
But I hope that you'll Love me for who I am
Never hate me for who I am not
I do know I'm selfish impatient, and in the presents of you
I can be out of control, but that is because of the passion
I hold in my heart I'm still so fascinated by you

I'm just wondering if I should ask you to were sun glasses
When we are talking I might then be able to have a
Conversion with you, without trying to devour you
Or perhaps get you to were a blindfold
Now that work for me, better go now
It's time for me to take you in the shower

XXX

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Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2013

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