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Things that happen at 3am with friends
So there I was, cuddling a frozen bottle of Jameson.
I craned my neck over the beverage
Which was wrapped in a
Patterned pillowcase,
And levered a faux - baleful stare
At the man sitting next to me on the bed.
"This is all your fault."
A sheepish smile stole across his features
As he gentle pried my chilled fingers
From the neck of the bottle
And tilted my head to view the damage.
"Sorry."
Hope you're doing well!
Hope you're doing well!
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Mind In The Gutter Again
A spill of sorts, but then, the sexual healing view has always been my preference. Short and sweet, oh my! - I mean, nice lil poem this - :) To read you again feels really fine - Just bein' Lady A
Short and sweet, yes please.
People say that for relationships, 80% of the time, people don't line up quite right.
He's part of the 20% that does.