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He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed. He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head. He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips, He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips. As my legs are up high in the air, I feel like I have no worries or cares. He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell, & I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.

Hi, you know whose voicemail you're calling. So, just leave a message or hang up or something. 'Hey. I, I'm not quite sure why I'm calling you. It's been a long time since I've last heard your voice, you know. Well, I guess two weeks isn't that long. But I, oh I don't know. I heard it on the radio a few times – suddenly we're a lot more interesting, it appears. Damn people. But, well, that's not you, the person on the radio. It's just a stupid tape we recorded in studio. It wasn't you. Not the real you or anything. It was just a cheap copy of what we were in our minds, you know. Everything is just so messed up right now, it looks like