He didn't kiss me all weekend. Not when I arrived. Not when we had sex. Not when I left. Well, he did kiss me when I left. Both cheeks. He was dodging my lips. He said that he didn't want to kiss me when we were having sex because his breath was awful. And he said he missed the kisses. But I think he just didn't want to kiss me and made up the rest.
I don't know what love is but I don't think I can be with someone who can't even bring himself to kiss me. I must be a really terrible person if I'm fuckable but not lovable or even kissable.
Monday, December 3, 2007
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