Your eyes undress me, unhurried, aware, Linger like secrets whispered in air. Pale skin glows—an open dare, Blonde silk slipping through fingers that wait. Time forgets itself when you move this near, Every inch a promise, every breath sincere. Your lips hover close, playing sweet games, Not touching—yet—just driving me insane. Breath warm with want, a smile that knows, You don’t have to say it… I already feel where this goes.
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