Your warm blanket surrounds me, the smell of your skin, the feeling of your lips caressing me, the touch so amazing, the way you talked, the way you smiled, the way you walked, the way you talked, I don’t cry anymore, I don’t hear the people silently calling me a whore, but I know that without you I have nothing to bother, nothing to do, I can’t help it baby, I need you.

by Alyssa Diane

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