Hey there😊

Thanks for visiting this blog.

I wish to appreciate and celebrate you for always coming here to have a look at my stuff.

I'm of course saying goodbye but not a bad one. Stop holding your breath, hahaha😂 I have moved from www.254brady.ga to www.254brady.com There's no big difference actually but for the purposes of ‘professionalism’, and to make it easy for other visitors, I've finally come to this decision.

In the meantime, I'm not giving up this domain yet. I have about one year with it; so you'll still find my blog posts here. However, I will stop updating this blog from 15th May 2019. For newer posts, kindly visit www.254brady.com

Cheers!
Brady

P.S. Just to remind you(oops! I have to repeat for clarity purposes) please CLICK HERE to access my new site😉

Probably

Probably
You've forgotten the nights
We spent on the roof
Counting stars
Cuddling under the blushing moon
Probably
You've forgotten your passionate jealousy
Probably
Your passionate jealousy
Probably
Was passionate guilt

Como esta, Jazmine
I saw a bridge today
And thought of when you were jus' mine
So insanely devoted to love
I felt your lips
Rapidly pressing against mine
I felt each firm fluffy breast
Perforating my granite chest
Your hands ripped off my skin
Your voice demolished my heart
My hands walked up your calves

I stared at the bridge
Saw lovers do things we did
Then I saw the two of us
Enveloped behind passion bars
Caresses, kisses, love-bites
Teasing, nibbling, love-fights
We engraved our name
On the pillars of the bridge
To seal our love for eternity

Jaz
How then does a girl
Say she's in love
If all you did is this forgotten
Littering lingerie at my place
Marking territories... Haha!
You even bogarted my name
So I could always be close to you
Insisting vehemently
I should wear your cardigan
“You need to keep yourself warmer”
Reminding all my girls
“... and the two of us are so in looove!!!”
Midnight calls to say
“Honey, shut up and sleep!”

Probably
You think I'm sad
I can't hold again
Your lissom body
But what wrinkles my soul
Is your blind rocket-fired speed
Girl
There's so much gold in this world
Yet not a second to love
Probably
The glass was too perfect
You thought of breaking it
Instead of losing it

Probablemente
Has olvidado las noches
Fuimos a la azotea
Contando estrellas

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