The BlindsideA Poem by Bramble Blossom.The Blindside He called me sweety, one time he even called me honey. I knew it was never ending, but it was premature, everything about him was. He said he
liked bondage, and so while I was crying, I tied him to my bed. That’s when he called me honey I called him by his wife’s name, and asked him if his kids had his number. They might need to call him, while my partner bags their momma’s jewelry. © 2015 Bramble Blossom |
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5 Reviews Added on August 17, 2015 Last Updated on August 17, 2015 AuthorBramble BlossomSan Francisco , CAAboutHello to everyone. I'm a simple women, trying to capture on a page, what I whisper to myself. Thanks for reading. more..Writing
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