Gray skies and farewell

The writhing of my hands

Upon your bed

From pleasure that stands

To be misled

For me to feel this sated

Here with you

But copiously complicated

Through and through

A single tear slips from my eye

As I fight the pain

Of our lustful soul-aching goodbye

During the afternoon rain

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13 thoughts on “Gray skies and farewell

  1. And please. If you need to lash out. At least use proper slang. It’s guinea not ginny! Silly hypocrite. Good luck.

  2. You need to sleep, work, or spend your time w your children and not be trolling your way around the internet, silly nimrod. The reason you and wifey lost touch is because you are too busy looking for people to attack due to your anger, whether from your brother’s death or from the FACT that the good Lord made you less of a man. Don’t be taking your anger out on me. I left you alone and blocked your cell phone number and changed my home phone number just to keep you from stalking, but it seems you have found a way through my blog.

  3. And keep your husband from calling me…he called using a different cell phone…ends with 6363….betcha he missed my voice. And no, I ain’t playing with you or him online. I have a family and a busy life. Childish antics are not for me. Now stop reading my blog BITCH!

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