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Sexual Love

Sexual love What do you do when your lover is a thief? What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn was a giver, but what could I do? She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and expensive restaurant. Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked down by a speeding car, the one I had sold. With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression because no one had done it as good as her.

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