thump thump bump rump. slow it down, please. keep that hip hop heart beat in rhythm with the tick tock (you don't stop). but! the meter made me do it!
ok. that's a lie. it wasn't the meter. it was the way he looked at me.
my brain may have told romeo to fuck off, but my peach fish has a slight difference in opinion...
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well color me badd
Damn the disconnect between the brain cells and the hormones.
holler, oom!
and spirit... yes. damn it straight to hell. or maybe, that's the whole point. it's there to make this stuff challenging. and when/if they DO finally connect... well - that's what we're all looking for, isn't it?
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