کبھی عرش پر کبھی فرش پر کبھی ان کے در کبھی در بدر

You cannot sleep. You would text or call me at the dead of the night. I have to come over or I'd be dead. I have to get over my being half-awake and go as quickly as I can. I don't know how you've decided it with your parents. What's the alibi? Study? Do I look like a tutor to you? It's awkward, for me. Maybe because they so trust me I won't do you no good. Be that the case, but we're grown-ups tho. How decent is a man if he would, according to himself, "just" sleep at a girl friend's house? Is that even reasonable to neighbors? Call me conservative. And I call you cowgirl—you'd do anything you want without thinking what others would say. What now? I can't sleep that quick without hugging you first, then caressing the back of your head, and staring at you as long as my sleepy eyes can. How fool of me, to fall in love with a friend who thinks I'm a big brother to her. If only we aren't neighboors since childhood. Hey, miss beautiful. I'm a man too ... skipper http://dlvr.it/RrKJGz http://dlvr.it/RrKrNv
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