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It’s cute how you read me, but yet don’t read me at the same time. You see my shy side, the little puppy you’re playing with now. I play innocent, like a play thing ready to be devoured, and maybe I can be. However, isn’t exploration the fun part in all this? You’re mysterious to me, yet calming in a dangerously fun way. You carry yourself so strongly, a flow of power leaving you as you speak, but what could happen if that was broken? You’ve met the darker side of life, why not relish in it? Would you wimper like a sweet touch deprived whore, or squirm like a whipped slut? Or will you lay there, amongst the sheets once I’ve ruined your once innocent thoughts of me? Push and prod, make me nervous, say things to make me stutter, I give you permission.

Sweet, sweet girl, your daisies adorn you so well. The petals dance with your skirt, swaying with the movement of your hips. Your golden curls falling around your face like rays of sunlight. I see your soft hues, they shine brighter than the neon lights that surround us, your eyes like a sirens song that pull me in more. You’re alluring, divine.