sex is...... an exquisite purple haze used to dull wits, remove insecurities, gain ground. you use it well, mi amour. you use me well, mon ami. staple my lids closed with kisses so light one barely knows you exist. an invite to invade my senses R.S.V.P. table in the back the prelude to rendevous kill me soft, no doubt you know where the keys are under the mat the porch light will be on when you get hereBirth sign: Virgo
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