You smell like spring
You look like heaven
You speak like angels sing
You're such a blessing...

I wish for the temporary love
Where it only last a night
The pleasure passes time
much better than thinking of him
My mistake
They are like cuts the saliva of the stranger's kiss could heal
or just soothe for a night
as they kiss my neck, my shoulder, the outline of my body
Only to wake up in the morning thinking of him

By: David W. Clare

It's so **** bizarre just like a Mickey Spillane novel now I grovel trying to unravel it all!

I used to think love is blind, now I know lust is blind. I don't know what love is and I don't mind...

I don't have no soul mate
Still I don't feel so great I'm not the dating kind...

Lust is blind or am I just torn like a wind blown rage from a worn out page like a cheap love romance sage?

All I know for sure is lust is blind...

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