I breathed you and honey stuck to my lip. I still taste you like summer air filled with lilac. Soo good, you had me believing you bled brown sugar...
My boy was BAD!
Revolutionary conversationalist questioned my sunshiny being and had me spent like a quick dollar on a marry-go-round this WHOLE city and WE don't have to do a thing.
I know if you built it, even I would cum. You're what field dreams are made of. I could give up food and live off you cuz you taste like a good idea. But full of you is no longer on the menu cuz skinny is soo in this season.
So, I made moves. Changed my ways and converted to a sugar free diet, It seemed easy. Splenda reads safe but tastes kinda chalky. Looks good in writing but bad in Kool-Aid.
Blandland is my new city. Everyone is superficially polite and I always smile pretty. No sugar honey iced tea for me and it doesn't smell like lilacs here-
Just Manila folders and bad Karma.
Life's a bitch.
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