The wind helps me unwind. I make love like Don Quixote windmilled into history.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeLove is two Tuesdays back to back, and I’m just a lonely Wednesday waiting on today.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeIt’s amazing how fast a handshake turns into a handjob. Ah, you’ve got to love politics.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeThe disappearance of love. Two become one, like I cross my legs, intertwined, and hard to run.
My love can only occupy one person at a timeI looked around and acknowledged that what you see around you is proof of what exists within you.
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