Crystal
My heart skips a beat when I catch you glancing.
I’m high on you, your mental is alluringly entrancing.
Hypnotised.
I lose my consciousness in your world; now hooked on your being.
Whilst pheromones run wild, you advance, begin by playfully teasing.
I analyse your face.
Slowly you undress me before you go to third base,
Your tongues tender touch hits th...
Wednesday 19th January 2022 11:59 am
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