Oh my darlin, how are you? I have watched you for so long and feel that I know you. the real you. When I look at you, I can see a soul, still tortured by memories of past hurts. Your physical being encompasses, overwhelms and haunts me. From the black hair to the smoldering eyes, the infectious smile and the voice that can make me do anything Your chiseled body that gets worked on daily (I need your discipline) strong arms, tight pecs, oh and that other part of you straining against your shorts to be revealed. I dwell in your beauty. You did things that were immoral, unethical and downright dirty. But, your tears were genuine, guilt working on your heart, eating at your soul. Back to the real world, would we ever meet? hopefully, would you want me? maybe. What the hell, it's what I'm wishing for. It's time for you to get back to your life, extend your fifteen minutes. but remember, if you need a true friend I am always here.Birth sign: Taurus
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