Poetic Thought of the day

Sweetheart, I understand you had a hard day you ain’t believing them midtown lights but I got a pitcher at your chosen spot. It’s waiting for us in the box of ice.
Damn, I didn’t imagine It’d be that apparent cause you are dressing ready, I’m just lying here watching TV.
Here you appear staring like a bred man’s dream damn I can’t deem, I sang to you into sliding down the corridor babe rolling on the playlist you play when you’re in the bath.
Expressed to you driving up our time making up your thought shifting back and forth for an hour, now you are resembling like words from a country tune, I’m staring at that elegant little skirt you got on.
Don’t seize me, shady sweetheart, I adore it. It would be chilling seeing people stare who we are.

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