It’s been love, it’s been real and it’s been rough. I’ve had it before, but before was never enough.
You can’t measure your love by the depths of your pain.
Emma begins to sway to the rhythm of some Indie rock song playing in the car. She whispers her favorite verse from the song in Greg’s ear and he whispers the chorus to her. Greg begins to sway with her and she nuzzles her head into his chest. This feels so good, she thinks, people really have got it all wrong now a days. Everyone thinks that it’s sexy to grind on each other at sweaty clubs, but nothing is sexier than slow dancing, than wrapping your arms around someone’s neck and resting your head on their chest. Nothing is sexier than hearing someone’s heart beat faster when you press yourself closer to them.
could you give it all up?
I feel the same way, Tim…
Go Gators :D
So, we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room, leaving discarded clothes in our wake, and we both had some fun though I twice bit my tongue and it lasted too long for my taste.
And there’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight. It’s just that everything I try to do nothing seems to turn out right.
