Mine,
I am not inspired. This page was blank for so long, my fingers poised over the keys to play scribe to the muse that is missing you, but nothing. There is no poetic language in me tonight. No flowery prose, no clever literary devices, not even any cliché. Today there is only ***** raunchy and blunt: I want to **** you so badly I ache.
Yours.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
Mine,
I am not inspired. This page was blank for so long, my fingers poised over the keys to play scribe to the muse that is missing you, but nothing. There is no poetic language in me tonight. No flowery prose, no clever literary devices, not even any cliché. Today there is only ***** raunchy and blunt: I want to **** you so badly I ache.
Yours.