I liked dancing around your living room
and singing Bob Dylan to your cat,
while lying on the floor.
I liked sipping from a wine bottle
and denying your kisses
from the perch of your kitchen counter.
I liked talking too much.
And I loved when you dry ****** me like a 14 year-old
and how much we laughed our ***** off that night.
I liked when you fed me cherries, naked, in bed
And when you told me my feet stank.
And I really liked when you asked me to come to the Farmers Market,
even though I said no.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
I liked dancing around your living room
and singing Bob Dylan to your cat,
while lying on the floor.
I liked sipping from a wine bottle
and denying your kisses
from the perch of your kitchen counter.
I liked talking too much.
And I loved when you dry ****** me like a 14 year-old
and how much we laughed our ***** off that night.
I liked when you fed me cherries, naked, in bed
And when you told me my feet stank.
And I really liked when you asked me to come to the Farmers Market,
even though I said no.
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