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Monday, April 27, 2009
Kissed you, girl

She's lying on my shoulder, though it's not broad enough. My hand were overlapping hers. Enjoying the silence of the night. And i moved my neck, staring at her, i can barely hear her breathe. I took a deep breathe, going closer and closer, enough for me to touch her nose with mine. My hand was playing around her waist and the other one right behind her ear. I closed my eyes, i think she's doing the same action. I put my lips on hers. I, k-i-s-s-e-d, h-e-r.

She's rejecting me at first but trying to company me in seconds. Sweet. Was in heaven. Few seconds later, i can barely taste the bitterness in her mouth. I pushed her. But she start to be wild and fierce like a lion king who hungry for love for being ages. She asked for more. I refused. She knocked me to the wall. Last thing i can remember is.. her innocent face..

''I won't hesitate, no more - no more -'' It was my ringtone... Signifying 7.

@!#$%^*& Holy shit. You b*tch. GRRRRR...

7:48 PM




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