EMMANITRATE's profile

From what he was, to what he later became. The leap was a sheeeeeeeeear drop. Involved in life, to shadow, self abuse vice. Once a hero,then a dreg, when did it all fall through. This walking former, then depressed craved loner. A contendr till the last. I remember the shiner, star filled future. Layed out before his gold filled path.

I lose my fear, The warmth in his eyes told me that we wasn't over his touch started my sweet juices f l o w i n g. I was in tingly heaven. Ooh lah lah. Becoming childlike, but passion driven Lust thrust pulsing he makes me feel alive. I dont want to end his space feels like home. Molding ,spooning yes a perfect match.

Staying out drinking wine. Pumping music lets take a line. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? It started friday around about six. Baby sitters sorted we drop off our kids. See you later the chosen phrase. Little did our mums know they wouldn't see us for days. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? The butterflies in our stomaches kept on growing. Our fuelled horizons, no red lights no slowing. No sign, when will it end nobody knew and nob...

Staying out drinking wine. Pumping music lets take a line. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? It started friday around about six. Baby sitters sorted we drop off our kids. See you later the chosen phrase. Little did our mums know they wouldn't see us for days. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? The butterflies in our stomaches kept on growing. Our fuelled horizons, no red lights no slowing. No sign, when will it end nobody knew and nob...

Staying out drinking wine. Pumping music lets take a line. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? It started friday around about six. Baby sitters sorted we drop off our kids. See you later the chosen phrase. Little did our mums know they wouldn't see us for days. Nothing mattered. When we were in our prime. Was that a crime?? The butterflies in our stomaches kept on growing. Our fuelled horizons, no red lights no slowing. No sign, when will it end nobody knew and nob...