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always4real Junior Member
since 2011-01-22
Posts 31A yankee that lives in NC |
JOE All those year ago… All I ever wanted was to hear you say my name We would be together I would watch you from the side lines as you played High School Football, Basketball & Baseball I was your biggest cheer-leader You didn’t see me In school…. We would skip 5th period and meet In the local cemetery Hand in hand, arm in arm We would kiss And explore our bodies So cold in the NY snow But feverishly hot for love You were my first… We would meet every other day No one new…just me and you I wasn’t ‘In’ your crowd I can’t even remember when I stopped believing in You Now 17 years later, you say I love you, I need you I was stupid and naive You are the best thing that ever happened to me… Games…games… Still playing those games "Happiness is a state of your own mind!" |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
We never get too old for the games, do we? ~ Never did I feel more devoted to my wife than after biting the wild garlic of treachery ~ |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Games can be fun when you are in control of the ball! Actually, I played a few when I was a teenager, but having all grown up, I prefer to be straightforward in my relationships. I don't have the desire to play those love games anymore! May your heart forever be safe ~ and cherished!   EA |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Games are deceiving sometimes. Hope things are OK and I thank you for sharing these intimate thoughts. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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