Alexandria Valena - Hunter

When i got to touch my phone and dial,
I think of hunter and then i smile.
He loves to talk about his shaft,
He really wants to make me laugh.

I really like this boy,
We are each others little toy.
He is like the voice inside my head,
that wont let me(lol) go to bed.

He tells me that im his boo.
He doesn't treat me like im priority number two.
He doesn't drink,
and i love his sexy wink.

He doesn't make me cry,
as the days fly by.
I love the way he laughs.
This is my Hunter.

Alexandria Valena

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