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Bring yo fine, five foot seven, one hundred and whatever pounds of beautifully shaped caramelover here, and I say that in the most disrespectful yet respectful way, take off your clothes, but not literally, that’s simply a bonus that I’m gone earn after putting in my 40 hours, let me devour your inner thoughts, let me lick you from your cerebellum to your cerebrum and show you why they call me the cerebral assassin, allow me to taste your past and digest your future, cause all that matters is the present, let me present something to you that you may not be used too, an orgasm of epic proportion without touch, taste or smell, I want you to see your own eruption in my eyes as I gaze into your mind and I want your eardrums to burst from the screams inside of you, see I haven’t even touched you, and yet here we are, standing in a room with rising water levels because your leak can’t be contained, in an ordinary place, firefighters would be scrappin tooth and nail to save this building, but nah, not here, let that overflow, let that oven of yours get drenched with evaporating mist from how that meat is cookin, see when I was 11 I almost drowned in a lake, now, I look forward to holding my breath and diving deep depths with no scuba gear needed, again, let that flow, take off your smile, I want you to frown, because it’s true what they say, your face frowns up when you cummin in 69 different ways I mean it’s crazy, this is your reaction and I haven’t even touched you, take off your skin, I know you can’t do it in the realistic fashion but truth is, you’re in a disguise, cause you hide your true self to protect yourself from the past heart tremors, take it off, and allow me to make you tremor, see I wasn’t born in November, but I’ll sit on the outer edge of your water banks and give thanks, and my meal will be the food supply that you naturally provide, I wasn’t born in December, but there’s no qualms in kissing under your mistletoe, did I also mention that I suck toes, I wasn’t born in July, but explosions of pyro proportions occur as I proportion your body affections into different equations, cause if E=MC square, O=DT there, and if you have trouble with the alphabet and math, times tongue equals orgasmic fun, now, take down your walls around your heart, you built up enough, I don’t have time to climb bricks cause I’d rather push my way through them, so you can either dismantle them yourself or I can tear down your protection, brick by brick, cause this concrete is twin tower resistant and persistent, and love over here has never had a problem with being consistent, now, take off everything, like literally, everything, and do it slow, I want your clothes to be off in the distance, I want your panties to have already withered away, I want your body speaking sign language to me because I’m deaf to failure in pleasure, now, open up that buried treasure, that’s if you can, cause I know you out of breath, and the crazy is, I aint even touched you yet
