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Poised, and the hair creeping down your body – demure.
I saw you from far away, how could I miss the shirtless villain, the epitome of sensuality and desire. You stare, and then you look away with the posture of a little girl, begging me to come and delight her curiosity from free will, free will or curiosity of my own.
--But I have neither. Not for you. I fear that underneath that shy smile there is a hint of distain, perhaps a bit too much self-love and not enough true-love (if such a thing could ever be true). Tastefully