He called at 9am today
I read that you missed me last night
His voice was throaty, (I shivered with delight)
Not a bit of it I said, (my skin turning pink)
I hardly remember you, (my heart starts to sink)
It was someone else I missed (I long for your kiss)
Did you really read that thing (God, I want this)
It was just some words (my body’s on fire)
They meant nothing to me (I burn with desire)
Sorry if you misunderstood (please let him see thru me)
I’ll talk to you soon (as agony tears into me)
Don’t fight me baby he croons
You know you love me, I hear it in your voice
I didn’t want to go but you left me no choice
I guess it was what I need then (oh god oh god no!)
So have a nice time and call again soon (please please don’t go)
If you’re sure that’s what you feel then baby
He said with a smile in his words
I’ll let you go on with your life
I won’t interfere
Goodbye babe
Bye (to all I hold dear)
Bye (I can’t hold back the tears)
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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That old rocking chair, sure has an emotion all of its own, did I hear it squeaking?.
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