Aye my new yorker how i loved your tats and that brooklyn accent we met online talked almost all the time you made me feel sexy and alive we talked about our past yours sadden me i only wanted to love you six months of convo and fone sex we met in are secret little place a motel six out on highway two oh nine you were so cute a lite skin rican with beautiful dark eyes when we embrace once again i felt like i was in heaven we did x and screwed all night we talked about our future and me being your wife it was all a game for some other broad shared your name and your bed i took it hard nothing ever hurt so bad i lost a lover and my best friend once we metBirth sign: Aries
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