Alone at the French food stop no one sitting in
front of me. Just a waiter telling me.
“Cranberry Juice does not come with special.”
Cold, the wind blows on me something wicked.
I down bites, I bite down. My friends say don’t look she is out there. She will find you. Stop looking. I’ve heard this before, I have heard this all before. Now there is you temping my soul to go into you. Bite lick pull tug hug under, inside your skin the sprit the source. A vision naked stunning like red neon. I say things you <blush> I like it you love it. It’ morning.
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