this time, i'm gonna be stronger. no, not giving in.
She's hesitant. She waits for me to make the first move, knowing that any kind of reciprocation on her part would only turn her against herself. Against the very principles she so graciously embodied yet so easily managed to turn against. I move in.
well, it's time to start the show. lost my heart and lost my soul.
He moves in. I pull away, but I don't turn away. I draw him closer, his sleepy eyes — drunk on the scent of the cologne I only wear when he's around — never moves away from my lips. His eyes, wrinkling up in the heat of the noon... they don't remind me of my husband. not at all.
waste my time which makes things worse. lost in mine, my love is cursed.
She hates herself. Why else would she want this with me? We're both just lost in the wonderland of lust. She says she wants me. The thought of being with me repulses her. But she says she wants me. She needs me. I'm lost. But i'm focused. I kiss her.
time to make these things feel right. let's start this show for one last time.
He tastes... different. It's new. It's not my husband. But I want it. I've wanted this since the start, when we began to talk about all the things I never spoken about with anyone else, when our eyes met for the first time and all I could think about was how I wanted those drowsy eyes following only me for the rest of their lives. I take off my clothes and those eyes watch me with lust... love?
now it's the time that you won't know. lost my mind and lost my goal.
This went too far. I knew it the second I had asked her to come over. I knew all along, as I caressed and cradled and kissed every inch of her perfect body. As I kissed her sweet lips. As I looked into her eyes and made love to her. (Love?) If this is love, I have nothing else to live for. If this is love, I have nothing else. She's mine, now. That's all that matters.
She's hesitant. She waits for me to make the first move, knowing that any kind of reciprocation on her part would only turn her against herself. Against the very principles she so graciously embodied yet so easily managed to turn against. I move in.
well, it's time to start the show. lost my heart and lost my soul.
He moves in. I pull away, but I don't turn away. I draw him closer, his sleepy eyes — drunk on the scent of the cologne I only wear when he's around — never moves away from my lips. His eyes, wrinkling up in the heat of the noon... they don't remind me of my husband. not at all.
waste my time which makes things worse. lost in mine, my love is cursed.
She hates herself. Why else would she want this with me? We're both just lost in the wonderland of lust. She says she wants me. The thought of being with me repulses her. But she says she wants me. She needs me. I'm lost. But i'm focused. I kiss her.
time to make these things feel right. let's start this show for one last time.
He tastes... different. It's new. It's not my husband. But I want it. I've wanted this since the start, when we began to talk about all the things I never spoken about with anyone else, when our eyes met for the first time and all I could think about was how I wanted those drowsy eyes following only me for the rest of their lives. I take off my clothes and those eyes watch me with lust... love?
now it's the time that you won't know. lost my mind and lost my goal.
This went too far. I knew it the second I had asked her to come over. I knew all along, as I caressed and cradled and kissed every inch of her perfect body. As I kissed her sweet lips. As I looked into her eyes and made love to her. (Love?) If this is love, I have nothing else to live for. If this is love, I have nothing else. She's mine, now. That's all that matters.
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