POETRY. HIPHOP. PHILOSOPHY.
Waking up to a smell of morning sex. Been raining the whole morning since 3 am. That’s when we fucked. I step on jeans, shoes, underwear, condoms, strewn on the floor on my way to the bathroom. 983 more words
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So last night I was freaking ecstatic to see that Addicted was on Netflix. I didn’t go see the movie in theaters but I read the book, by Zane, over 3 times. 388 more words
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