Minutes later he was breathing heavily beside her. July’s brains screamed but her body just lay there. The next morning she woke up to the stench of marijuana. She couldn’t remember his name. She moved. The headache. The pain. A tear fell.
He is the sugar my mum talked about
The saturation in the next roundabout
He gave me that look my mum described
It swept my feet like an easy bribe
A prodigal son gone protocol
I’m not looking for a guy with the nicest smile,dread locks or with the cutest pick up line which has become of most campus dudes. I think they long lost their manhood.
Lots of free time, freedom, lots of handsome guys asking you out, weekend out with girlfriends and so on.
We all crave for certain social needs. We need someone who long to meet us after that long day walking from lecture hall to lecture hall and keep checking on us every time. Isn’t that sweet?