Well, that's your vision
The plaintive stare undressing:
Apple of your eye
You ask me coyly if my emotion will die
But we all die, snuffed out
Yet, you care not, as I touch your curvy thigh
You laugh, aroused, inflamed, pupils pulsating, breath hesitating
And you wonder, shall I move closer, as a shadow to a frame
Whatever my condition --
Well, that's your vision
Please tell me what you think
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more candy... please...
