Not All Gifts Are Gifts, You See.
I got this for you. I got you this thing. I got you this thing that I had to get you. I am sure you will love it. I know you will. I got this
I got this for you. I got you this thing. I got you this thing that I had to get you. I am sure you will love it. I know you will. I got this
You dishonor who I am. You dishonor my life. You dishonor the love I have felt. You dishonor my choices. You even dishonor yourself. And for what? To proclaim that you are better than, greater than. That you
Dry F-cking My Emotion's. This is the statement of today that resonates it's eerie truth about my heart and soul. And if it lingers and speaks to me, I am
You can't jump right in! You have to make her feel you You have to slowly earn her trust You have to stroke her heart until she opens And when you think she is
You make me want to look pretty. You make me want to dress up and be my best in your presence. You make me want to smile. You make me want to be
"I love your strength. I love your independence. I love your drive. I love your passion. Your creativity. Your intelligence. Your sexiness. Your playfulness. Your beauty. Your light. You make me want to be a better person. You make
Snuggles. Intimacy. Kisses. Time shared. SEX! Mmmmmmmm..... sounds good, huh? Sounds like something you want. That you desire more of in your life. Me too! I sit here this morning contemplating so many things, and I often find myself excavating
I know what I want. I know my desire. I feel my heart yearning. Calling for me to breathe, breathe life back into it. To not fear love. Or to be loved. To not belittle love, offered at
I am too much. Truly I am. The way I share, the way I love, the way I enjoy, the way I act, the way I sex, the way I can let