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Feb 2016
I never knew walls had a purpose,
Until I pushed you against the one in my room - closest to my bed.
I don't know why I didn't just dump your beautiful body onto the bed,
I mean, it wouldn't be the end of the world if "something else"Β Β transpired...
But I guess I lost to my conscience and tried to avoid the sheets that were dying to witness a performance.

I pushed you against the wall,
And I was unable to regret it, because you had this look in your eye,
One that flicked a switch,
And my lust took over.
You surrendered your body,
Allowed me drown you in kisses,
You let me be rough with you,
And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be -
Blame the wall,
I've never made out against a wall before!

You didn't want me to stop,
You were totally unlike yourself,
They way you smiled when I told you that I didn't mean to do what I had done,
The way you threw your arms around my neck and whispered, "That was fun."
You were so unlike you...
But I liked this you a lot,
I liked what this me was doing.
I liked what the wall did to me,
How I instinctively pressed my two hands on both sides of your head, telling you that I wasn't gonna let you go - without uttering a word.
And I knew that our hearts were beating in sync the moment you leaned towards my face,
I knew that we were thinking alike...
I knew that you wanted me,
And you knew that I wanted you,
So we let our tongues do the confessions of love
As they waltzed within the confinement of our mouths
And our lips tickled each other's necks.
The purpose of walls is to make a make out session more intense...

-just being honest
Beinghonest
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