Thursday, May 03, 2007

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore...

I ain't gonna call her out (unless she wants me to), but damn girl, you make me wish I was having some crazy sex like that. Maybe my trip to Bound got me hooked. Any way you look at it, them's some sweet bruises.

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I love you.
 
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