Myra.
The girl that has my heart racing one minute and she decides to throw me out of her house the next minute.
The girl that makes sure that I’m turned on and the next second she is full of mood swings. The girl that decides to get down on me and when I’m almost finding my release, she throws me out.
Myra.
Why am I repeating this name?
Because I want to be mad at her for treating me this way but I can’t. I can’t find it in myself to be mad at her.
You might think I’m crazy but I want to go back there and have her do the same thing. I don’t care if she will throw me out. All I want is just to feel the taste of her lips on mine. To feel her tongue grazing all over my body. To feel her soft fingers trail on my body and drive me more crazily than the first time because that’s what s
