Your eyes, they turn me on.
The swell that stretches from your purple texture,
They titillate my imagination.
So tender are they.
Gracing your age.
Every pic that I see of yours, I visualize you.
I take you in ways that you would never know. You won't reciprocate I know
But still this intense attraction for you keeps me in a trance.
I wish to hear your voice
I wish to be moistened in your fragrance
I yearn for you
You are a dream my lady.
The swell that stretches from your purple texture,
They titillate my imagination.
So tender are they.
Gracing your age.
Every pic that I see of yours, I visualize you.
I take you in ways that you would never know. You won't reciprocate I know
But still this intense attraction for you keeps me in a trance.
I wish to hear your voice
I wish to be moistened in your fragrance
I yearn for you
You are a dream my lady.
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