What do I do,
if all I wanna do is to hurl anything my hands can grasp, at him?
Comb, book, pillow, towel, my brassiere -
I'm yearning to hammer my fists into his broad, sculpted chest in what would be a feeble attempt to hurt him or even cause him to stumble backwards,
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women only have 5 moods:
1. impregnante me and give me 7 kids immediately
2. leave me tf alone
3. i am not built for 9-5, i am built to frolick and lay naked by the sea
4. feed me a treat
5. i need a new dress
The midnight rain just made it entrance making itself very known against my roof
with an off day tomorrow, AC blasting, the absence of garments on me & my weighted blanket,
the only thing missing to complete the perfect equation is..
his heavy, sculptured, warm body on mine