I don’t mind leaving my order up to you, silent one.
Defeated in love, set upon at work, now’s not the time for me to be crying.
Your long fingers I glimpse over the counter are beautiful.
I wonder how will you use your fingers tonight to get me drunk.
Don’t pretend, don’t hide, let my clairvoyance reveal everything about you.
You’re strong, but you carry a side that is about to break, don’t you?
How about a stimulating flavor that will set you aflame more than ever?
The awe that satisfies you wells up in my blushing skin…
Don’t…
Tonight, I’m not in the mood
Tonight, I can’t turn back…
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