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The moment where I'm no longer angry with you is when I let myself go enough to enjoy you. Suddenly you become important again. Refreshed, I see you as I once have. Kissing hands of a working man. Looking back into your eyes as your hands hold onto my neck I realize that seeing you with another women would make me jealous. In those moments I enjoy giving myself to you. Reminding you why you wake your mornings to a person like me. Only in those moments I dont feel like hurting you with pain but only with pleasure. Only in those moments is when I can enjoy you.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
Hands Of A Working Man
The moment where I'm no longer angry with you is when I let myself go enough to enjoy you. Suddenly you become important again. Refreshed, I see you as I once have. Kissing hands of a working man. Looking back into your eyes as your hands hold onto my neck I realize that seeing you with another women would make me jealous. In those moments I enjoy giving myself to you. Reminding you why you wake your mornings to a person like me. Only in those moments I dont feel like hurting you with pain but only with pleasure. Only in those moments is when I can enjoy you.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
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