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May 2020
She sent her picture on purpose
She knew I'd stare at it
And worship

She was always
An angel in my eyes
Even though she wasn't
She tried to be perfect

She said a few lies
When she sent a picture of her thighs
No lie
They were open

Wide

Was her smile
She sent it with sparkles
In those filters I like
Man I wish I could trust her lies

I know she's an angel
But not from heaven above

She sent me her picture
So I could reminisce
About when I used to be with her

Staring at her face
I remember how I used to kiss her
And rub against her texture

The way she smells
Feels
Melts
At certain temperatures

I remember that right spot
And the way she shakes
When I make her erupt

I know how much is enough
When we make love

She sent me this picture
So I would remember
How I used to eater
And lick her

She was always
My babydoll
In the midnight
When I would
Call her over
For a time
To remember

How we used to picture
Love
JaxSpade
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