I don't really know you, but I think that I would like to. I watch you move and speak, I can't help but wonder what your lips would feel like touching mine. In a sick way I want to welcome you into my two bedroom apartment and tell you to make yourself at home. It would be cozy, me and you. Television seems dull when I could be playing rummy with you at your small kitchen table, smoking cigarettes and sharing a rum and coke. Laughing at your silly jokes make my day. Can I tell you that I have only the best intentions? And I will try not to let you down, but promises are pennies in my piggy bank. You are on my mind...Birth sign: Not entered
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