When I first saw you walk into the room something drew you to me I don’t know what it was maybe your appearance your mystique about you your smile It was only you that I was wondering about when I fall for someone I can’t see whats in front of me I can’t breathe I can’t think of anyone but you thats the feeling of fleeting joy Either butch or femme when two people make love they’re neither they’re themselves Someone is thinking of you that someone is me..
Reason for writing:
about a sultry woman
Birth sign: Not entered
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