her panties are pink with white polka dots and right now they are balled up on the coffee table next to a bottle of beer and i am sitting here watching her sleep face down on my bed, naked except for her long brown hair, she moves slightly as i trace with my fingertips the scars where the skin was stretched around her hips imperfections in an imperfect world and i am happy i stayed for one more beer last nite...Birth sign: Libra
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