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Passion Is The Ultimate Drug.

After we split, i called you, you appear in a car half an hour later,i didn't ask, i didn't talk, i just sat in the first seat of the car,i couldn't look at you,just a glimpse,you were smoking,and i lit a cigarette.............there were tension in the air,i felt numbed,dizzy,fixed, you talked, not me but to yourself, some kind of trash poem about ''the white dust'', i undrerstand that we were both fixed, couldn't move, couldn't talk,couldn't ask were we are going...........and as you shif up a gear,i thought that you were fit to drive a car.....and not the motorcicle you used.......after time we stopped out of a hotel...................i didn't know how i manage to move, the only think that i remember is that you closed the room door behind us.........as we were both trying to get off all of our clothes,and touch each others skin,smell each others body,dissolve into passion......i shout loud ''i love you'' ............you wanted to hear it one and one more time.........from were did that came from i couldn't deny.........
blackweirdcat blackweirdcat 46-50, F Aug 6, 2012

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