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september: chiles rellenos
Per usual, this is another letter for you. Did you wonder if I loved you today? If so, the answer is yes, I do. Sometimes I feel like I'm writing to 24-year-old you, not 48-year-old you. I imagine you much more handsome back then, without as much charm as you have now. You're a tricky [...]
august
Loving you should be a sin, it feels like a sin anyway. I should be punished for thinking of you as often as I do, and doing nothing to refrain.
the definition of passion
This ode is to the idea of you, for that is whom I am truly pining for. Writing in my journal does not suppress the intense emotions and dreams thinking of you brings me. I juggle between worlds, attempting to find the right words or expressions to describe each emotion that my Heart births for [...]
pendejo
Un y mil veces, pendejo me ruinas mi vida salte de mi corazon ya no quiero que vivas aquí lamento haberte conocido lamento haber retorcido entre tus brazos no se por que amo sin cesar a hombre que se empeñan a lastimarme, a engañarme y tratarme como quieran me siento como Maria Magdalena, derramando mis [...]
puppy
I wish you were lapping the honey that flows between my thighs. Me haces falta. Quisiera que estuvieras aqui. Te comiera entero, como si fueras un bocadillo. Me encanta verte, sentirte ansioso por mi Ven aqui, lamba mis deditos. chupa mi miel.
06/09
Not sure how I was popular on my old blog, but I feel it was because I continuously talked into the void I bull shit too much through life, but I digress. I’ve been thinking a lot about of one my exes, Julian, who literally begged me to not break up and who consistently tried [...]
poesía 1
estoy tomando y pensando en ti por que me tratas así, si sabes cuanto te amo y deseo. como el humo te evaporas de mis brazos, unas noches conmigo, abrigándome empapándome con gotas de tu agua. y por las mañanas te desvaneces. por que me haces estor amor, si sabes cuanto te amo y anhelo.
