“I’d be dying from embarrassment, if a handsome guy would do that…” The talk at the table wavered off that way and this sentence was

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“I’d be dying from embarrassment, if a handsome guy would do that…” The talk at the table wavered off that way and this sentence was
“Shhh!” – He keeps repeating, covering her mouth, as whimpers leave from there. Yanking her back, as they blend in the dark night alley. “Just
I can hear piano play Rain outside falls in ash-grey Your hands together as you pray Hoping it’ll help your lifes’ dismay You twitch and
Streets of town are buzzing with life this weekend. The celebrations are soon to commence and everyone is working hard to prep for the town
Original poetry Rating – R
– Hey, you free? – David spoke as he heard receiver on the other end being picked up. – If you wish to come over