Yes, I am his mistress and will forever be his mistress. He owns me and has me in his control. I am his beck and call girl and I shall please him in all ways I could.
A typical sugar daddy - mistress relationship? Yes to majority but the only difference between us is there is love. We love each other to the bits and if the impossibilities between us are non-existent, I think we will be the perfect couple meant for each other. However, the impossibilities are real. We are not meant for each other in matrimonial aspects. Sometimes I would cry at the cruel joke God plays on me. But then again, this happens in every day lives. The person we love most are usually taken or dead. The happiness we always yearn for are far beyond our reach. Miracles happen only to a minority and dreams come true to people who are born lucky.
The grass is always greener on the other side....
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
A sad story begins ...
How shall I start? So much stuff has been happening and I am not in the least pleased with some of them…. Let me just sum them up …
January 2006
I was jobless and making ends meet with whatever funds I have left. It was a devastating moment that I nearly wanted to end my life. I had sent out nearly 70 resumes and all I got were rejections. The road was ending for me and I lost my sanity. There was no more belief in my religion or other people anymore. This whole month was a crucial one for me …
February 2006
Yes! I’ve finally gotten myself a job with a European company. A whole new start and I hoped for a better future.
March 2006
He came and we spent time together. I was pleased but not extremely overjoyed cos there’re too much stuff on my mind. At the end of the month, he whisked me off to Perth and it was a wonderful time spent but still something is tugging on my mind. I am unsure of what is going on between us now. I love him so much and I do not want to lose him but I know it’s impossible between us. There’s just too many barriers. I really felt like ending it cos of the barriers and of the bad news that I received about my blood test but can I nurse the pain? Will my life get back in track? Will I be able to let go of all those wonderful memories between us? Am I able to get on without him? NO!!!!!!!!! So that’s why I decided to just leave it as it is …
April 2006
Nothing much happened except for my failing health. I am now popping uncountable pills to just get through each day. Nobody knows my pain. Nobody knows of my sickness. I hid all medical receipts and reports away, not only to avoid others from finding out but to void myself of the pain when reading them. How shall I tell my family? How shall I tell him? Years of living my life unmedicated has caused my illness to escalate to a more serious level. Yes, I have always been a stubborn one. I am always in denial. I refuse to accept the fact that I am sick. I refuse to let others see my suffering. I refuse to let others see my health flailing and my body grew weaker day by day. Lies I gave to queries about my pale outlook, about my massive weight loss, about bruises all over my body. My answers would be “Ah, the usual flu n fever…. Ah, I’m on a vegetable and fruit diet … Ah, I knock myself against the table…” To stop inquisitive minds, I started to put on make up to freshen up my look and divert their attention to something else the minute they start asking. Ah! My life is a stage. I pretend and I assume the role of a positive, healthy woman. When in fact I am going crazy just thinking about how my life would be or would end…
May 2006
We met in Bangkok and my health has deteriorated. I had to hide my medication from him and instead popped my usual contraceptive pills and vitamins in front of him. Though sick and tired, I pretended to be lively and healthy. When we made love, though painful and uncomfortable, I grit my teeth and satisfied him. And that caused the final blow. I collapsed and was only revived in hospital. Found out my liver and spleen are enlarged and I need a surgery. All these while I though hemopylic anemia was just a normal anemia and will recover with enough medication. It’s all too late now, either surgery or suffer… I chose the latter. Why? Cos I felt my life in this world is no longer worthy. Cos the people that I loved are slowly leaving. As I lay on my hospital bed, absorbing the pain slowly and tears rolled down, I suddenly realized, I’ve not heard from him at all. My text messages went unreplied. And when he finally did reply, and I told him of my condition, he nonchalant response knocked me off. He was as cold as the arctic ice, his curt replies were so sharp, they pierced right through my heart causing it to bleed slowly. I had never felt so unwanted before. Just days before, we shared our warmth and love on the bed, our cuddles and hugs in taxi rides, our whispers drinking the night away and now what I got was just 2-3 text messages with short, cold replies. No more “baby”, no more “honey”, no more “I love you”, no more “I miss you”. I felt used. I felt abused. I felt so empty and so worthless now. I’ve sacrificed so much to be with him and now I’m no longer important in his life. Now that I’m sick, I guess I am no more use to him or anyone else. Nevermind that my family didn’t visit me at all the whole week I was in hospital. I don’t care about all of them. I only had him in my thoughts. I only wanted his kind, warm thoughts to help me through this sickness. Now I’ve lost it all. No family, no friends, no him.
Crying doesn’t help. Screaming doesn’t help. Physically and mentally I am now useless. My right hip is in so much pain I can’t even make a step without me screaming in pain. My hair is falling in clumps over the last few days and my body is covered with bruises.
As I write this, I am filled with so much sadness, so much pain and so much regret… I wish life would end for me soon enough so that I’ll be free of all this misery.
I wish for nothing more now…
I take my leave and all I want is for him to realize how much I love him and how much he meant to me. Everything has ended now.
So that’s the summary of all the months I went missing. I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again, ever. I just want to rest now. I’m tired….
January 2006
I was jobless and making ends meet with whatever funds I have left. It was a devastating moment that I nearly wanted to end my life. I had sent out nearly 70 resumes and all I got were rejections. The road was ending for me and I lost my sanity. There was no more belief in my religion or other people anymore. This whole month was a crucial one for me …
February 2006
Yes! I’ve finally gotten myself a job with a European company. A whole new start and I hoped for a better future.
March 2006
He came and we spent time together. I was pleased but not extremely overjoyed cos there’re too much stuff on my mind. At the end of the month, he whisked me off to Perth and it was a wonderful time spent but still something is tugging on my mind. I am unsure of what is going on between us now. I love him so much and I do not want to lose him but I know it’s impossible between us. There’s just too many barriers. I really felt like ending it cos of the barriers and of the bad news that I received about my blood test but can I nurse the pain? Will my life get back in track? Will I be able to let go of all those wonderful memories between us? Am I able to get on without him? NO!!!!!!!!! So that’s why I decided to just leave it as it is …
April 2006
Nothing much happened except for my failing health. I am now popping uncountable pills to just get through each day. Nobody knows my pain. Nobody knows of my sickness. I hid all medical receipts and reports away, not only to avoid others from finding out but to void myself of the pain when reading them. How shall I tell my family? How shall I tell him? Years of living my life unmedicated has caused my illness to escalate to a more serious level. Yes, I have always been a stubborn one. I am always in denial. I refuse to accept the fact that I am sick. I refuse to let others see my suffering. I refuse to let others see my health flailing and my body grew weaker day by day. Lies I gave to queries about my pale outlook, about my massive weight loss, about bruises all over my body. My answers would be “Ah, the usual flu n fever…. Ah, I’m on a vegetable and fruit diet … Ah, I knock myself against the table…” To stop inquisitive minds, I started to put on make up to freshen up my look and divert their attention to something else the minute they start asking. Ah! My life is a stage. I pretend and I assume the role of a positive, healthy woman. When in fact I am going crazy just thinking about how my life would be or would end…
May 2006
We met in Bangkok and my health has deteriorated. I had to hide my medication from him and instead popped my usual contraceptive pills and vitamins in front of him. Though sick and tired, I pretended to be lively and healthy. When we made love, though painful and uncomfortable, I grit my teeth and satisfied him. And that caused the final blow. I collapsed and was only revived in hospital. Found out my liver and spleen are enlarged and I need a surgery. All these while I though hemopylic anemia was just a normal anemia and will recover with enough medication. It’s all too late now, either surgery or suffer… I chose the latter. Why? Cos I felt my life in this world is no longer worthy. Cos the people that I loved are slowly leaving. As I lay on my hospital bed, absorbing the pain slowly and tears rolled down, I suddenly realized, I’ve not heard from him at all. My text messages went unreplied. And when he finally did reply, and I told him of my condition, he nonchalant response knocked me off. He was as cold as the arctic ice, his curt replies were so sharp, they pierced right through my heart causing it to bleed slowly. I had never felt so unwanted before. Just days before, we shared our warmth and love on the bed, our cuddles and hugs in taxi rides, our whispers drinking the night away and now what I got was just 2-3 text messages with short, cold replies. No more “baby”, no more “honey”, no more “I love you”, no more “I miss you”. I felt used. I felt abused. I felt so empty and so worthless now. I’ve sacrificed so much to be with him and now I’m no longer important in his life. Now that I’m sick, I guess I am no more use to him or anyone else. Nevermind that my family didn’t visit me at all the whole week I was in hospital. I don’t care about all of them. I only had him in my thoughts. I only wanted his kind, warm thoughts to help me through this sickness. Now I’ve lost it all. No family, no friends, no him.
Crying doesn’t help. Screaming doesn’t help. Physically and mentally I am now useless. My right hip is in so much pain I can’t even make a step without me screaming in pain. My hair is falling in clumps over the last few days and my body is covered with bruises.
As I write this, I am filled with so much sadness, so much pain and so much regret… I wish life would end for me soon enough so that I’ll be free of all this misery.
I wish for nothing more now…
I take my leave and all I want is for him to realize how much I love him and how much he meant to me. Everything has ended now.
So that’s the summary of all the months I went missing. I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again, ever. I just want to rest now. I’m tired….
Monday, April 17, 2006
I'll be back ...
It sure has been some time since I last wrote. Damn! Time passes in a flash!
There’s so much to update but I need some time to recall and recollect what I’ve been up to the last few months.
Promise to update within a week ….
There’s so much to update but I need some time to recall and recollect what I’ve been up to the last few months.
Promise to update within a week ….
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Happy New Year
My baby’s in Dubai and I’m missing him. He’ll only return to Singapore in February 2006.
We’ve not been in constant contact lately and there is so much to tell and I’m afraid I might just forget it by the time it’s right to tell him … Sigh!
Praying for him and his Papa who’s not in the best of health. I know my baby’s worried sick about his Papa. And his knees ain’t good to him now … I do hope God will give him courage and strength.
My mind’s all blank now, I can’t find anything interesting to write.
Maybe soon …
Happy New Year! May 2006 bring more happiness and opportunities in life!
We’ve not been in constant contact lately and there is so much to tell and I’m afraid I might just forget it by the time it’s right to tell him … Sigh!
Praying for him and his Papa who’s not in the best of health. I know my baby’s worried sick about his Papa. And his knees ain’t good to him now … I do hope God will give him courage and strength.
My mind’s all blank now, I can’t find anything interesting to write.
Maybe soon …
Happy New Year! May 2006 bring more happiness and opportunities in life!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Mr B is back!
He called and told me to be ready for him to pick me up. I was waiting eagerly for him the whole day. Mr B has been out of town for two weeks and my pussy has been throbbing in agony all that while. He told me to behave while he’s away and I was forbidden to pleasure myself. I had the urge to rub my clit every night as I lay to sleep alone on his bed. Alone in his house, where we’ve share so many awesome, raw sex, I had to really control myself. It’s like going cold turkey on an addiction.
I was pacing up and down the office lobby waiting when I saw him drove up. My pussy was wet and I had removed my panties just as he had instructed over the phone. Wonder what he’s up to?
“Baby! You are finally back! I missed you so much!” I jumped in the car and we drove off in a fast speed.
“Yes darling, I missed you too. Oh, we are going to have a wonderful weekend now. Have you been behaving yourself while I’m away?”
“Yes, dear. Though the urge was killing me, I didn’t misbehave.”
“Good, then you are in for a nice treat.”
“Oh, goody!”
“Now, show me that little, hot red cunt of yours…”
I rest my back against the car door, put one of my leg up on the dash board and spread my pussy for him to see.
“Hmmm … it’s red and very, very wet, darling.”
“Yes, Mr B. It’s been waiting for you for two weeks. All the juice are for you, baby.”
“Hmmm … it looks delicious. Come here and suck me, will you?”
“My pleasure, Mr B.” He shot his load in me and I swallowed every bit of it.
We reached home soon after (I’ve moved in permanently with him now) and he told me to put something nice on for him while he clear his luggage, etc.
“Hmmm … which one should I wear now?” I gazed at the dozens of sexy, kinky stuff he’s bought me on his travels and finally chose a black thong with a super sexy, lacy cami to pair it up. Slipped on the matching garter belt and slid into black fishnet stockings. Finally, I put on my red, shiny heels and tossed my hair wild. I sashayed down and stopped halfway down the stairs.
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“Oh baby! You look gorgeous.”
“Only for you, baby.”
“Stay right there. I’m gonna take some pictures of you. Stunning!”
He began clicking away as I strut around and posed for him. He made me crawled up the stairs, put my legs over the handrail, laid down on the stairs with my legs open wide. I was making love to the camera and I could see the bulge in his pants. I crawled my way to the bedroom and he didn’t stop clicking away, even while I was unbuckling him and taking him in my mouth. He finally stopped and pulled me up to kiss him.
“Oh, Baby! You are the best! What will I do without you?”
“Baby, you will never be without me … “
Instead of the bed, I climbed onto this strappy, swingy stuff he bought some time back. It was like a swing with a back rest and four straps to slip my hands and feet in. This was fixed near the window of our bedroom. We have a neighbour who loves to watch us discreetly. He would hide behind the curtains and watch us make love. I saw him today as we drove up the front porch and I knew he watched me as I changed to the sexy outfit. I want him to watch us today cos I knew he missed two weeks of actions too.
So as I climbed up the “swing”, I told Mr B about our neighbour.
“Ah, so he’s watching again today. And I know you like it babe.”
“Yes, Mr B.”
He picked up his camera again and took pictures of me strapped in the air with my legs wide open in my sexy, lace outfit. The red heels were screaming “Come Fuck Me!” I gave him the most slutty look as he snapped away and finally I couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to fill me up.
“Not yet, love. I want you to play with your vibey now. Come on and give me the most wonderful orgasm and that slut look!”
He gave me my vibey and with one hand loose, I played my clits. I pushed my thong aside and slid the vibey in my pussy and he stuffed another one in my ass. With two vibeys in me and my fingers rubbing my clits, I had multiple orgasms. With my eyes closed and with loud moanings, I could still hear the camera clicking away.
“You missed this dick, baby? You want it hard up your pussy? You want me to hurt your ass, baby?”
“Yes, baby. Ram it in both ways. I want you so bad! Come and fuck me!”
He went down on his knees and lapped at my juice dribbling down my ass. His tongue teased my cunt-hole and my asshole, I screamed with so much pleasure.
“Oh, Mr B. I’m cumming again!”
I exploded and screamed so loud, the neighbour that was watching us craned his neck to get a better view of the hot, steamy show.
Mr B stood up and positioned himself to penetrate me. He pumped hard into me without any mercy. I tilted my head back and I caught a glimpse of the neighbour wanking himself.
“Hah! He just couldn’t control himself… yeah, you go on and satisfy yourself.”
“Oh babe! Baby! You are so good! Stuff me more! More!”
“I’m gonna stuff your tight ass now. Get ready.”
“Oh! Mr B! It feels so good. Give me more baby. Stuff your babe silly!”
We continued our romp till we were both drained of every single energy. We slept so peacefully that night, though I can’t vouch for the neighbour next door .. he he he….
I was pacing up and down the office lobby waiting when I saw him drove up. My pussy was wet and I had removed my panties just as he had instructed over the phone. Wonder what he’s up to?
“Baby! You are finally back! I missed you so much!” I jumped in the car and we drove off in a fast speed.
“Yes darling, I missed you too. Oh, we are going to have a wonderful weekend now. Have you been behaving yourself while I’m away?”
“Yes, dear. Though the urge was killing me, I didn’t misbehave.”
“Good, then you are in for a nice treat.”
“Oh, goody!”
“Now, show me that little, hot red cunt of yours…”
I rest my back against the car door, put one of my leg up on the dash board and spread my pussy for him to see.
“Hmmm … it’s red and very, very wet, darling.”
“Yes, Mr B. It’s been waiting for you for two weeks. All the juice are for you, baby.”
“Hmmm … it looks delicious. Come here and suck me, will you?”
“My pleasure, Mr B.” He shot his load in me and I swallowed every bit of it.
We reached home soon after (I’ve moved in permanently with him now) and he told me to put something nice on for him while he clear his luggage, etc.
“Hmmm … which one should I wear now?” I gazed at the dozens of sexy, kinky stuff he’s bought me on his travels and finally chose a black thong with a super sexy, lacy cami to pair it up. Slipped on the matching garter belt and slid into black fishnet stockings. Finally, I put on my red, shiny heels and tossed my hair wild. I sashayed down and stopped halfway down the stairs.
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“Oh baby! You look gorgeous.”
“Only for you, baby.”
“Stay right there. I’m gonna take some pictures of you. Stunning!”
He began clicking away as I strut around and posed for him. He made me crawled up the stairs, put my legs over the handrail, laid down on the stairs with my legs open wide. I was making love to the camera and I could see the bulge in his pants. I crawled my way to the bedroom and he didn’t stop clicking away, even while I was unbuckling him and taking him in my mouth. He finally stopped and pulled me up to kiss him.
“Oh, Baby! You are the best! What will I do without you?”
“Baby, you will never be without me … “
Instead of the bed, I climbed onto this strappy, swingy stuff he bought some time back. It was like a swing with a back rest and four straps to slip my hands and feet in. This was fixed near the window of our bedroom. We have a neighbour who loves to watch us discreetly. He would hide behind the curtains and watch us make love. I saw him today as we drove up the front porch and I knew he watched me as I changed to the sexy outfit. I want him to watch us today cos I knew he missed two weeks of actions too.
So as I climbed up the “swing”, I told Mr B about our neighbour.
“Ah, so he’s watching again today. And I know you like it babe.”
“Yes, Mr B.”
He picked up his camera again and took pictures of me strapped in the air with my legs wide open in my sexy, lace outfit. The red heels were screaming “Come Fuck Me!” I gave him the most slutty look as he snapped away and finally I couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to fill me up.
“Not yet, love. I want you to play with your vibey now. Come on and give me the most wonderful orgasm and that slut look!”
He gave me my vibey and with one hand loose, I played my clits. I pushed my thong aside and slid the vibey in my pussy and he stuffed another one in my ass. With two vibeys in me and my fingers rubbing my clits, I had multiple orgasms. With my eyes closed and with loud moanings, I could still hear the camera clicking away.
“You missed this dick, baby? You want it hard up your pussy? You want me to hurt your ass, baby?”
“Yes, baby. Ram it in both ways. I want you so bad! Come and fuck me!”
He went down on his knees and lapped at my juice dribbling down my ass. His tongue teased my cunt-hole and my asshole, I screamed with so much pleasure.
“Oh, Mr B. I’m cumming again!”
I exploded and screamed so loud, the neighbour that was watching us craned his neck to get a better view of the hot, steamy show.
Mr B stood up and positioned himself to penetrate me. He pumped hard into me without any mercy. I tilted my head back and I caught a glimpse of the neighbour wanking himself.
“Hah! He just couldn’t control himself… yeah, you go on and satisfy yourself.”
“Oh babe! Baby! You are so good! Stuff me more! More!”
“I’m gonna stuff your tight ass now. Get ready.”
“Oh! Mr B! It feels so good. Give me more baby. Stuff your babe silly!”
We continued our romp till we were both drained of every single energy. We slept so peacefully that night, though I can’t vouch for the neighbour next door .. he he he….
Naughty messages led to ...
Yesterday was a raunchy, hot day for both of us. He in Belgium, me in Singapore and the sexual intensity hit 100 degrees! We began texting each other in the afternoon (morning his time) and soon hot, sexy messages exchanged. It was nearly 5pm my time when he called and he was huffing over the phone “Give it to me, baby … “
Ah! My baby’s wanking himself … So, imagine me, sitting in my office cubicle, whispering naughty stuff for him to hear; i.e. asking him to imagine me riding him deep and hard with my slutty look, asking him to stuff my ass bad cos I’ve been a bad, bad girl, etc.
He shot his load off within minutes and it was satisfaction true fact.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I got home, so I started the naughty text messages again … but he told me he can only call me at 11pm. Argh! Hence, I waited… can’t start without him.
He called me promptly and the vibey was roaring away, pleasuring me. It rubbed my clits raw and soon enough, I came. I was moaning and groaning and he was still enticing me with lots of sexy, naughty stuff. Whoa! It sure has been some time since I touched myself and I felt really good and pleasured. Ha ha ha….
My baby’s only gonna come back in February 2006. In the meantime, I’ve gotta keep myself busy finding a new job and to lose the extra weight I gained during the past festivities. He’s going through a little bit of a rough patch right now. With his job requiring him to move to Dubai (good for me cos it’s only a 9 hours flight, he he he but he’s kinda worried about it cos he don’t like the traffic, etc … ) and his parents in Lebanon who’s not in the best of health, I am sure his mind is pretty messed up too. But he’s a resolute gentleman, I am sure he’s able to climb out of his minor setbacks. Unlike me, who has given up in almost everything except for that tiny little bit of love.
Ah, love … the magical word in a relationship shared between a lady and a gentleman. The love between me and Traveller is what I called the “third party love”. Main reason is cause I am the third party in his marriage. I love him heaps but I swear I will never break up his marriage. What we have between us is somewhat very special that only the two of us shared. I might be renewing my wedding vows with J next year but that will not stop me from loving Traveller and being his woman to keep. It may sound crude and downright unfaithful to some people. People just don’t understand why people like us do the things we did, until they experience it themselves, just like him and me …
Ah! My baby’s wanking himself … So, imagine me, sitting in my office cubicle, whispering naughty stuff for him to hear; i.e. asking him to imagine me riding him deep and hard with my slutty look, asking him to stuff my ass bad cos I’ve been a bad, bad girl, etc.
He shot his load off within minutes and it was satisfaction true fact.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I got home, so I started the naughty text messages again … but he told me he can only call me at 11pm. Argh! Hence, I waited… can’t start without him.
He called me promptly and the vibey was roaring away, pleasuring me. It rubbed my clits raw and soon enough, I came. I was moaning and groaning and he was still enticing me with lots of sexy, naughty stuff. Whoa! It sure has been some time since I touched myself and I felt really good and pleasured. Ha ha ha….
My baby’s only gonna come back in February 2006. In the meantime, I’ve gotta keep myself busy finding a new job and to lose the extra weight I gained during the past festivities. He’s going through a little bit of a rough patch right now. With his job requiring him to move to Dubai (good for me cos it’s only a 9 hours flight, he he he but he’s kinda worried about it cos he don’t like the traffic, etc … ) and his parents in Lebanon who’s not in the best of health, I am sure his mind is pretty messed up too. But he’s a resolute gentleman, I am sure he’s able to climb out of his minor setbacks. Unlike me, who has given up in almost everything except for that tiny little bit of love.
Ah, love … the magical word in a relationship shared between a lady and a gentleman. The love between me and Traveller is what I called the “third party love”. Main reason is cause I am the third party in his marriage. I love him heaps but I swear I will never break up his marriage. What we have between us is somewhat very special that only the two of us shared. I might be renewing my wedding vows with J next year but that will not stop me from loving Traveller and being his woman to keep. It may sound crude and downright unfaithful to some people. People just don’t understand why people like us do the things we did, until they experience it themselves, just like him and me …
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Love???
I love you so much.
I adore every bit and inch of you.
I cherish all the love and concern you gave me.
But now, it seems that all good things must come to an end.
I guess you’ve grown tired of me.
I guess you’ve gotten sick of me.
I guess you’ve had enough of me.
Knowing now where I stand and who I am, I realized now how naïve I’ve been.
Knowing now that I am just a third party, I realized now I am just a stranger.
Knowing now that I am a hindrance and a heavy boulder, I realized now I should walk away.
You think it’s easy for me to love again?
You think it’s easy for me trust again?
Nothing or no one will ever replace you and I do not think after all these, I’ll ever love again.
Doubt my love, doubt my feelings, doubt all and everything about me.
I will never ask you again to love me.
I will never ask you again to hug me.
I will never ask you again for those kisses I yearned.
For now, I will never love again.
I adore every bit and inch of you.
I cherish all the love and concern you gave me.
But now, it seems that all good things must come to an end.
I guess you’ve grown tired of me.
I guess you’ve gotten sick of me.
I guess you’ve had enough of me.
Knowing now where I stand and who I am, I realized now how naïve I’ve been.
Knowing now that I am just a third party, I realized now I am just a stranger.
Knowing now that I am a hindrance and a heavy boulder, I realized now I should walk away.
You think it’s easy for me to love again?
You think it’s easy for me trust again?
Nothing or no one will ever replace you and I do not think after all these, I’ll ever love again.
Doubt my love, doubt my feelings, doubt all and everything about me.
I will never ask you again to love me.
I will never ask you again to hug me.
I will never ask you again for those kisses I yearned.
For now, I will never love again.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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