Our kind of love

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first love

Our kind of love is nothing like a romance movie
In fact none of us are romantic at all
Walking past each other during the day
Afraid of the ghosts that haunt us
A glance to say I acknowledge you
But no words to hide away our feelings
Now you think I'm crazy
How can I love a guy who doesn't spare me the time of day
Well as soon as 6pm rides by with its dark coat
The masks fall off
A smile crosses my face as his hands knead my breasts
As his tongue caresses my neck
As he groans at the sound of my moan
And smirks upon my skin as he brings me to my orgasm
No romance but pure raw passion
The love that is lust with feelings
As we slowly cradle our pillows at night hoping the other is doing the same
A substitute for the other to get by these lonely nights
A fear the other will move on
Disgard you like a candy wrapper
My worth questionable
As the only way to know if he loves me is when his is wedged in my
vagina
Or the pleasure I give him from a distance
Sexts
Nudes
The next morning we go back to being strangers
Waiting for the 6pm ride
The only love I know
It's messed up but this is our kind of love