Portable living rooms
they come with toys, doll houses and sometimes even a piano
Nice and decorated with wonderful art
Even the food is brought to you
for this is a resturant
Wish it was home.
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04 March 2013
15 October 2012
It's Not What You Had, It Is What you Are Left With
I am reminded of that long-ago time when I
- this unemployed
ever so slightly leaning towards the intoxicated side
rather than the sober and generally more behaving side -
Started to go out this girl
In a horrendously foolish adept to seem mysterious
and therefore maybe, hopefully and perhaps aspiring towards being interesting (...)
, I only ended up with a girl that didn't know her partner in crime.
A mistake indeed.
Might I add:
The warm, soft cheeks
moist, red lips
reaching out for contact
whilst the shoulders make a run for it
just in order the send chest and stomach forward
A deep breath
followed by the most arousing sigh I have ever heard.
It's not what you had, it is what you are left with.
- this unemployed
ever so slightly leaning towards the intoxicated side
rather than the sober and generally more behaving side -
Started to go out this girl
In a horrendously foolish adept to seem mysterious
and therefore maybe, hopefully and perhaps aspiring towards being interesting (...)
, I only ended up with a girl that didn't know her partner in crime.
A mistake indeed.
Might I add:
The warm, soft cheeks
moist, red lips
reaching out for contact
whilst the shoulders make a run for it
just in order the send chest and stomach forward
A deep breath
followed by the most arousing sigh I have ever heard.
It's not what you had, it is what you are left with.
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