20 MAR 2017 AT 22:51

Last night, lying on my shoulders, you whispered—

“Sorry, I don’t last 'long enough' with you. It wasn’t the same with those I have been with before, where I wasn’t in love and had a thought or two to spare on tasks and things beyond the person immediate. On the impending investment deal. Would it fail, Or sail through? Or the previous woman whom I’d taught percussion while thrusting from behind.”

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- Shambovine