Sunday, May 20, 2012
MEMIORS OF A LONELY HOUSE WIFE
NOTHING
FEELS BETTER THEN SMELLING YOUR COLOGNE, WHEN IM IN YOUR T-SHIRT AT HOME
ALL ALONE..SINGIN ALL THE LYRICS TO OUR FAVORITE SONG WHEN I THINK
ABOUT OUR LOVEMAKING ITS LIKE A SCENE FROM OUR FAVORITE PORN...THE
HOUSE IS ALL CLEANED AND YOUR DINNERS ON STOVE IM LOOKING LIKE DESSERT
WAITING FOR YOU TO WALK THROUGH THE DOOR..I HEAR YOUR KEYS TURN MY HEART
SKIPS A BEAT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS YOUR STILL THE MAN OF MY DREAMS..YOU
WALK IN WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE '' LIKE BABY I BEEN THINKING ABOUT
YOU MOST OF THE DAY" PUT MY ARMS AROUND HIS NECK AND
OUR KISS IS SO DEEP AND THATS WHEN I SNAP OUT OF MY FANTASY..SAYING TO
MYSELF THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD ACTUALLY BE.. BUT WHEN HE COMES HOME HE
BARELY NOTICES ME HE SAYS WHAT UP SOMETIMES I GET A KISS ON THE CHEEK
HE DROPS HIS BAG OFF AND THEN HE'S BACK IN THE STREET...OH HOW I WISH THAT HE STILL LOVED ME
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