Fantasy
I’m sitting at my desk, my chair starts slightly to swivel to my right, as your hand firmly grips the back of my exposed neck, while your finger caresses my mus. in surprised pleasure i moan as you turn my chair to face you.…
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Who are you, Where are you.. Not these Two
No matter how many times I rewatch you on the screen,
Or read your words in your music,
Or imagine you and fill in the gaps;
You are not him.…