Blind

Hot as hell and bloated to burst, I’m filled with this desire to tame. You’re wild but I have such a thirst as your shape fills my doorframe. Overstimulated and underdressed? Proceed to the pernicious playroom. I knew before your whisper confessed that such intensity was not a costume. Sweet is more than it seems my dear, a dash of mouthwatering strawberries. Mix in the heat of a Carolina Reaper, I tend to become loud, my voice carries. Have I raised a bit of interest yet, do you possess a gambler’s mind? Are you willing to place a small bet, put on a scarf and enter my room blind?