He wants to be close, but he's scared he'll be addicted cus my personality and charm is wearing him down. I help lift him up, when he's feeling down. I encourage him, nurture him, make him smile instead of frown, shoot I can't even lie bout all the times he had me blushing just lookin In his eyes. And his smile is so calming, his demeanor is so inviting, the scent of him so enticing, got me biting..my lip. The swing of my hips, the feel of my finger tips along his soft skin.. yea I'm going in, by the time I'm done and the smoke clears just call the ambulance cus my love game is severe.
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QueenJ says: Awesome wite! |
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Corey says: I smiled when I got to the end of this. I enjoyed it...very nice! |
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scash102 says: Thank you corey n Queen J for reading my piece. I appreciate the feedback and I'm glad you both enjoyed it. |
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