Why are you so constant in my dreams, but distant in reality? How is it I can taste the moist and texture of your lips, but shy as to ask for just a taste? Why are you so constant? On my mind to make me go crazy, if I can't feel your soft ass body against mine? Or, that chocolate ass smile, that makes me blush. Wondering if I'm wrong, stuck on the fact, that when I hold you, I don't ever wanna let you go, but in reality just can't find the words to say it. So, I'm stuck in the conflict of already being with you, to not able to have you. Yet you stay constant, having me wonder what the fuck?
©gazeldeas
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