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"my heart was a map, now it's all black and white, u were my color, can we go back in time..."
"my heart was a map, now it's all black and white, u were my color, can we go back in time..." "my heart was a map, now it's all black and white, u were my color, can we go back in time picture us in color..." -- hmm... I played with the<b> lyrics... </font></b>some like black and white images... I live in color... I see passion as colorful, bright vibrant as your breasts bouncing up and down over me... like a Conor Maynard song... bounce, bounce baby... but, I am the lucky one... as I always have the benefit of listening to a gem, before reading it... you all on the other hand, find the beauty in the<b> lyrics </font></b>first and then rush to listen... and, in the end... we all win... when someone's with another... but, has thoughts of you... it doesn't matter the place or time... all you know... is you got to be mine... now... not tomorrow... not forever... fill that need one more time... the physical never the issue... the what happens next... always the problem... thunder and lightning... all of them highs... with all of the lies... I had a lover who took me to there every single time... making sure that she had her multiple orgasms as well... oh how she loved to dance in the sheets... but... what was next... where was the romance... where was the interesting banter... the reviews on books or stories or movies or games or songs... or anything... I know not... but, I do miss her... just the same... what time is it in Paris... or anywhere for that matter... when I was with her... --------------------------------------- "I know that you’re probably one on one hitting me up with that late night text our chemistry never a problem our history like the apocalypse always fuckin' and fighting thunder and lightning all of them highs mix with the lies we couldn’t hide it we barely speaking except when faded on weekends my heart was a map you fold it in half and leave it now it's all black and white u were my color can we go back in time picture us in color That’s why I pick up when you call See the way I fall I still pick up when you call See the way I fall I know that you’re probably one on one Hitting me up when ya got a man our chemistry never a problem our history more like Vietnam always fuckin' and fighting thunder and lightning all of them highs mix with the lies we couldn’t hide it we barely speaking except when faded on weekends my heart was a map you fold it in half and leave it now it's all black and white u were my color can we go back in time picture us in color That’s why I pick up when you call See the way I fall I still pick up when you call See the way I fall I see those three dots Waiting on a response Cell phones popping ..." - Teflon Sega - "What time is it in Paris" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I would still pick up if you called... call me... text me... write me... feel me... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! |
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I feel your fingers on the keyboard... reading... I sense you biting your lip... thinking... a sensation cuming over you... a warm rush... you look around... it can't be... you're alone thinking of me... let me in... please... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Your words are lovely hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Hi Joy. thanks for visiting and commenting today. it's all about the entire experience... from the head to toe.. I agree.. thanks for the kind words... Have a great 4th of July... hmm... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Your words are lovely hugs V thanks for stopping by today. I luv to hear tha you liked what I wrote. Hmm... makes me feel good. Have a great Wednesday! hmm... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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