I asked her...What does it mean to cuff? I'm Wst Indian, that's what we call a punch...Then again my love is like a shot to ya temple. I admire ya temple plus the simple things in life...Like the fact that your smart and like it raw when I pipe. Just me and you baby, we could do this for life. So what's the cuffin for miss? U don't even have to b my wife. You could live the life for free, by week or the month...Depending on how you keep it up, you could work up to a year, then maybe two depend on how well you do in other areas I consider of value. How's ya conversation? Mentally stimulating while my heart's articulating the emotion of love? When I blow on purple bud, would I do it alone or share the smoke? Would we both tote and talk, spark up with our mind's high, talk about all sorts of shi everytime...Just free our minds? How rich is ya soul? Do you value money, believe all that glitters is gold? Or do you hold something deeper, a richer feature far sweeter then ya ass...Ya soul, beautiful and agile...Holding onto the core values of true love, a true Us...A true one. Us being a union, intertwined by love, married before the One Above...
That's the only way I'll ever cuff again. By this current definition, for now it's hugs and kisses...Goodbye girlfriend, perhaps I'll see you again. Some other day, one other weekend. Until then...
Au revoir sweetheart.
R. $olo
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