midnite holds mysteries, like the taste of your tongue and the warmth of your hands, i'm getting older each day with nothing more than memories to keep reliving in storyboards behind my eyes, i think of the times we used to love, the weekends locked together in the one room apartment with the phone off the hook and a do not disturb sign on the door, making love for days, sore with pleasure and angry for more, but those days are gone now, they deserted me when you left, midnite love making and daytime arguements, the only two memories i have of you wherever you are tonite, just know that i haven't forgotten you and probably never will, wounds always heal... but scars are forever,my love....Birth sign: Libra
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