You wear the clothes, you look the look. Mistress of Pleasure. Or is it just a game? A youthful diversion? Lines etched in skin lead to pure honey. Sometimes your eyes flicker. "Want to try?" This boy sits back, scared to fly, scared to fall. Would you run and laugh? "Only joking!" Or open the door, let me in, 'til skin turns raw, legs weak, spent.
Reason for writing:
You'd have to see her...
Birth sign: Aries
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