This story has no ends..
I need to trust your hands,
And when you touch my ass..
You don't believe in us..
Caress me like a cat,
With tender touch.. Like that..
And eat me like a pie,
The best you ever tried),
My cynic algorithm
Of evaluating men,
Destroyed by the rhythm
Of power with no name,
The energy of your soul
And all unknown things-
They make me lose control,
And I don't mind of this.
12.10.2022
Mon coeur
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