what's your excuse
you've got to have one
you can't think this behavior is acceptable
not after you
looked
at me like
that

i know that look

you loved the way i tasted, the way i
wrapped my legs around your waist and
laughed—you couldn't believe it—you were
drunk more on me than
anything else
you couldn't hold it in
you were excited as a kid on christmas
blindfolded
holding on to everything he can

and i was your present
not sure of where i was or
who i was, but what i was there
to do

please you
i just wanted to please you

09/26/2012

Posted on 11/01/2012
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