Sex doesnt always matter but often they're the best memorable moments I fight to rid myself of because aside from them you were just an awful choice. I connected my soul to you in more ways than one. I gave my all to you just short of the last breath that leaves the body on that final day. I used the same pen of my existence to affix my loving signature to a marriage certificate and on that termination day the pen of my existence scribbled the old name one more destructive time to reconstruct, remold and revive the woman that laid dormant on the altar of sacrifice and today inspite of the memories she lives!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
When Sex Matters
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