We only met in the middle of the week. We'd spend the mornings f^cking before sunrise, and we'd be cooking bacon and pancakes in our pajamas. We'd f^ck on the counter before we eat, and we'd f^ck in the shower some more. We'd walk by thrift stores in the afternoon, sometimes we'd bring home old records and vinyl to add to our collection of forgotten gems and misfits. Before sundown, we'd park by your favorite spot behind the coffee shops hidden from the real world, and you'd f^ck me at the back of your car. By the evening we'd have already finished two episodes of your favorite series with the occasional interruptions of us f^cking on the sofa. Then we'd have cereals by midnight. And I'd curl up next to you and you'd wait for me to sleep on your arms before you leave for work the next day. A f^cked up set up for two f^cked up misfits f^cking around.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
