Down the (memory) lane

Your touch. His touch. Your lips. His breath. Your body. Their bodies. Urgency. Your touch. Memories. Lust. You stepping up your game, getting confidence. Me, in a corner. Total bliss. What now? The train. The people. The smell. Your touch breaks the chain. How come? Hmm. You try and try and succeed. I can. We can.

Nobody ever tells you how difficult it gets. 

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    Antifunebracka

    30 ročný muž
    vreskot birdzu

    I m in the corner, watching you kiss her. I ll keep dancing on my own