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Oct 2014
He pulled me close, kissed me softly
He held my face and pulled my hair gently
Grabbed my hips and pushed his body against mine
Everything tasted like cigarettes and too much alcohol
It went on for quite some time
And he was indeed charming,
But I kept noticing my mind wandering back to
you and your face and your curly hair
More times than I would like.
just something I wrote last night when i got home
Ida B
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Ida B
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