i think about how we would lay on the couch together.
i wasted
time
touching your
hips, giving you
kisses really
soft and
careful because
your tongue
was sore. i
thought it was
sweet,
how you'd
come out
to smoke with
me even
though you
had quit. you
were always
sweet. you
were always
so gentle and
so pretty.
thanks for the picture you sent me, too.
i know i'm pretty pimpin',
and i know i'm pretty fly,
but i think i'm pretty beautiful there, with you sitting on my lap to keep me warm.
i really do.
(so, how have you been?)
