Jan 2020
He always told me he "loved" me.
But we were wrapped in white sheets and his hands were all over me
His lips lingered trails on my neck as his eyes were turning a shade darker
He always told me he "loved" me
When we were both intoxicated and that he was in desperation for touch
But the worst part wasn't the one sided pleasure
The worst part was that i believed.
But we were wrapped in white sheets and his hands were all over me
His lips lingered trails on my neck as his eyes were turning a shade darker
He always told me he "loved" me
When we were both intoxicated and that he was in desperation for touch
But the worst part wasn't the one sided pleasure
The worst part was that i believed.
why do you have to do this to me?
(17/F)
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