You can like her big bottom, her big boobs above, but that doesn't mean that her you love. What I hate most is a big hoe, why they dress how they dress only they know. They try to impress me with their big behinds, they don't even cross my mind Not to put down beauty it is unique but beauty inside is what i seek. Hoes aren't for me them i have tried, they can't even handle the ride i say that cause one almost died, but my point is what counts is inside. Not inside their bra or under their skirts but inside their hearts the place where it hurts, love is not what you do or what you get, it's the feeling inside when she and you have met.
Reason for writing:
my expiriences with different relationships inspired me to write this one.
Birth sign: Cancer
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