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I hold the door open to our favorite restaurant, where Iv'e already made a reservation. We are seated instantly, because that is how I roll. I pull out your chair you sit your sexy ass in it. We dine, working our way inward through the silverware. I try to say some fancy french stuff, it comes out chopped and screwed of course. I try to hold in my fart because that's proper etiquette. Footsies under the table, me rubbing on your thighs. Woo its getting hot in here. So I pay the bill, we outta here. Time for desert.
So many things I meant to do. So many things I meant to say. I guess Ill wait until 2morrow right? you'll still be around I hope. The list just keeps on getting longer. I will eventually need eternity to complete it. As long as eternity is spent with you its all good right?
you're one mean muggin girl. one beautiful mean muggin girl. wouldnt trade that mean mug for the world..
I cant even begin to explain what you mean to me. I hope I never lose you.
man this is kind of what I do. Same shit different day. I keep seeing the same thing so many different ways. So many different possibilities of how it could be amazing. But also so many possibilities of how it could go wrong. I just want to erase the latter and see the first.
here we go again. i guess ill write about it again. Im expecting more from my self. I think thats the problem that Im "expecting" instead of just going with the flow of things. But the problem is that most of the time the flow is mine to dictate. I need guidance.
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