SOMETIMES DJ

Every time I look at the closet i remember you. Because every time i get to my pants i see that one is mising and i will always remember that monday afternoon, the last one, that we were together. It was the best monday I had in a long time. So i went to your place and we kiss a lot, but i wasnt sure it was everything okay, you were different, i notice you were far away even when you we were kissing each other, and everything was going trough my mind, were you ok? Was i doing to much? What have changed. We watched tv, together in the couch, and after i got angry because of a message we wnet to the bedroom, and there the magic happen, you ripped my jeans and almost bit my mouth off. But it was so good that i would want that every day in my life. But now i am content with just having the memories we made. Maybe sex would be a lot more intense than those huck up’s. Love you Dj

Djuri

Like an american boy, living a summertime romance