Ok, so this is like an epic girl. She's the one that got away from me.
She's the girl that taught me how to make love.
She also knew how to massage a man right before she fucked him.
She was Vietnamese, and as beautiful as the day is long.
I think her boobs were fake. Whether they were or not is kind of besides the point, because she was so beautiful, that's the kind of girl a person can easily fall in love with.
And of course, I did fall in love with her.
This is a song that reminds me of her, and haunts me to this day.
Natalie, en la distancia, tu recuerdo vive en mí
I still remember that when I fucked her she used to put her feet right up against my butt and push me inside her. I also remember how she taught me how to frenchkiss. Some rich asshole married her, and I've lost touch with her. I couldn't possibly find her right now; but man, I miss the fuck out of that girl.
I had her, and I lost her, and the fucking thing about it is that even if I had a Delorean that could go back in time to when I was fucking her, There's really nothing that I could have done that would result in me having her now.
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