dear there goes the morning train diary,
i never made it to bed yet. i heard the train. i started thinking about what i would wish in a perfect day instead. would they include a visit with you- my nails scratched across your back- the smell of your skin- the taste of your kiss- yes they would in a perfect day- in a perfect world where i am not. it doesn't make me sad to think of things such as this- because i have had them once before- except the world wasn't perfect then and the days sure sucked- and that's when i became this whore. but the smell of your body and the taste of your kiss was so powerful- i can not describe- i hope that your prostitute enjoys it like i did. now i am going to bed. the train has left the building.
i never made it to bed yet. i heard the train. i started thinking about what i would wish in a perfect day instead. would they include a visit with you- my nails scratched across your back- the smell of your skin- the taste of your kiss- yes they would in a perfect day- in a perfect world where i am not. it doesn't make me sad to think of things such as this- because i have had them once before- except the world wasn't perfect then and the days sure sucked- and that's when i became this whore. but the smell of your body and the taste of your kiss was so powerful- i can not describe- i hope that your prostitute enjoys it like i did. now i am going to bed. the train has left the building.
