The Perfect Stranger
Lustful intentions with a perfect stranger
Unknown biographies with a confident thought process
Touch me here, as the moon falls
The language is quite common among the unfamiliar territory
Words do not describe the urges that burn within
The tongue serves as my lethal weapon of choice
Walking the line between dissatisfaction and immense ecstasy
Steamy windows while her aroma blesses the night air
For every candle, yearns to be lit
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