Sometimes I get very very vexed and angered by your actions, because sometimes it's as though you hate me and want to hurt me.
And sometimes you are so incredibly gorgeous that I put my face right against yours and stare right at you, feeling your cheek & smelling your breath, thinking bloody hell, you're mine you are, and I think how I would like to put you between two slices of bread and make a little sandwich of you.
Yum.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Five years and more since trying to become a mum and six months one week fives day since becoming one
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