Keep it Far from the Chest
So, we fall back on the familiar. And I can’t pretend it isn’t fun.
Once upon a time, I was told I was a charmer; I don’t know if I believe it. But you’ve got eyes that make me want to believe. Make me want to stay up all night, coffee shops and ice cream, late night walks, and talks until dawn getting to know you. Because you make me feel something different than all the other girls. And I’ve had my share of bar girls, and they all failed to impress, but you…You’ve got some kind of glorious design. You want to change the world. You want to believe in people. You want to make a difference. I can get behind that.
And I want to see your legs spread.
I can get behind that.
Southern boys aren’t any better than the rest. We just have the best pretense.
Tell me more about yourself. I’d prefer you scream it. Maybe in between invocations of my name and the name of the Lord.
Ryn: I’ve had love; I have a lot of love surrounding me now; i had experienced most heartaches from past loves; I could easily fall for love; I believe there is love…BUT I don’t want to be slave to love or fall in its trap…therefore I denounce “love” and defines what I can feel as just something secondary, but I don’t mind having others love me. For they are a number of people (apart from my family) who love me in their own ways, and despite knowing it gives me power and supremacy, I just let what they feel flow all around me. Such acceptance is sexier. I hate being frail and weak and subject to others’ changes of feelings. When you let yourself love someone, you let your soul under their mercy. I had been in those situations before with other people, those stuff never ends well, but ends in hatred. So I am a cynic, I know love exists but I choose not to embrace it. This is akin to being atheist as opposed to being agnostic (when people talk about religion and god)
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mmm
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I love your romance with that twist of sexy playfulness.
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haha, get behind that. I loled
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