I was just thinking about you…

Wondering if you wear the same cologne
Smelled good…
On you
Had the next Wolf of mine try the same kind
But it stunk on him though.
You know what they say everything ain’t for everybody.
But I tried anyway.
You sure did smell good.

You had that masculine thing DOWN
Shoulders, back straight never sloping never round
It would turn me on just to see you walk into a room, across the room, out of the room.
You really impressed me.

I know if I pick up this phone, write this letter send this two way.
I know I’m gonna say some things, I know you gonna say some things
That we both don’t mean to say
Like…how amazing…how amazing…
When you would spread my limbs cross continents
Bump our bed way over mountains.
Kiss this and this and this and this and this and this and this and this and this and that.
Show each other where the climax is at.

I was just thinking about you, wondering what you doing I mean what you’ve been up to
I know its wrong feeling this strong let me take a second minute I will think this thing through

Remember all the moments for two, how we used to
But the reality honestly…you where never good for me and I was never good for you.
I just remember what we used to do…

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He took time out of his busy schedule to read this…

He knows who he is…

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I guess I have the look that a baller would be attracted too.

Star Fox kept on telling me that, even though I doubted it due to insecurities.
Hell, once before this site was even thought of I nearly had a baller of my very own…

….until I fucked it all up.

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Fake tits.
Fake ass.
Fake personality.
Probably fake coochie.

Reggie Bush’s favorite flavor!

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I never was a fan of dreads…
… until now.

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I close my eyes and I open them to what I so uniquely imagine….

I am sitting in a restaurant.
I’m in a black booth with red leather seats.
It is shaped like a dysfunctional cupcake.
I am far in the back.
I’m not the type to be all in the front.
That is where it is easy access for everyone to bother and stare at me.
I despise people staring at me.
I am in a special VIP seating where only the big ballers pay.
I was one of those big ballers at last….

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