why do I pine over you?
you already know you got me at your fingertips, not even with the slightest lift or movement.
I asked you about your leg, adorned by scars of deep stories you didn't want to unfold.
I wanted it to be known that I only asked because I'm genuine in my interest.
I'm not one to pry.
you say what you want and I'll accept and listen.
so quick to be masked in darkness, unable to locate your face to kiss
are you certain you're shy?
lights out, you switched it up, making it known that my place was in your hands.
my source of pleasure was your goal for the moment.
03-2015
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