by Blanca E.
I dreamt of you every night.
Hold me close; I don't want to fall....
into temptation.
Nice brown eyes compliment your skin tone.
Volouptuous lips scream to be kissed.
We all know that B stands for barely there,
but your B Cups are JUST RIGHT.
I Loved You; Your handful!
You smile.
I turn my head to smile,
because I can't show you the real me.
Your body; So warm against mine.
You melt my soul with the slighest of a touch.
W H A T T H E F U C K !
You shouldn't have so much control over me.
E I G H T Z E R O E I G H T .
Dreams are fake; But you are not.
& Your still... My Ninety-Ten.
7.7.09 - thee last time i heard from her.
i read this sometimes. & it makes me feel EXTRA special.
bc i know for a fact; that she meant every word. and prolly to this day.
exactly one month later. (i just noticed its been exactly a month, wasnt planned)
she still means every word. even though we arent together.
_ what shocks me thee most is the: what the fuck , eight zero eight.
why? cause thats my myspace url. wtf808.
what a way to pay attention to thee liddle details. hmm.
anyways; im happy she was apart of my life.
so i robbed thee craddle for a liddle while.
shrug, oh well.
