I'll write to you again, but I'm not sure if I'll send it to you. Or if
I'll tear it apart again. Sweetheart, I'm beginning to miss you. Now, that
you aren't with me, who could you be with? My punishment for letting
you go is the image that you're with him. With him, all tranquil,
locked in your room sharing everything we used to. You've hid our
pictures, my image reminds you of all our wonderful times. All I can
think of is you and him. I hope he enjoys his time with you...and the
taste of your lips.
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About Boobslover
I'm a hard working Hispanic (what a shock!). I live in NC and I just love to write. As well as play Halo! My works consist of mostly romantic short essays. They are not personal, even though, they do have a personal touch and experiences. But, I write these for the person who might associate themselves with it.