and the world never stays the same
when everything seems to be going great along comes some kind of confusion
a Job is a good thing to have
tells you the aging drying lesbian
the soldier looks at you across the bar and his eyes share the same passion as yours
you want to melt in his arms over and over again
he tells me I need to practice some self control and his voice speaks right to my heart
I have no pressure to resist him
unless I paste too much of myself on him
I want to hold him until he leaves and the situation that cycled back to me
