| At our last meeting before our first break-up, I sat with My babygirl inside My car, a hotel parking lot rendezvous that in truth was her game of tag. All too soon she announced she had to leave, so I pulled it out and her head down, but she drew back, tauntingly declaring, “I don’t think so!” But before My ire fully rose, she let slip her little girl giggle, and I knew I had to please her as well – so I “made” her do it, and do it right. |
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