Ready.?. Or shall I say not.?. Maybe jus drifting along without a care to stop... Jus a moving with the feel of what comes to mind... Taking interests into consideration set to the side one at a time... Done with the romance without a friend to show up simultaneously... Simply jus looking for periodical moments until shit clicks with the stitching of seams... Knowing the pattern that flows with the taken off hearts embedded in the pattern of the make up... Wanting to see beneath the masks to decipher the angle of luv... Willing.?. Or jus waiting to tease the please.?. Holding reality close to the promise of self to dine in an evening of needs... Stuffed on the fulfillment beyond lusts uprooted n leveled out... Awaiting the arrival of loosened generosities dipping beneath the nights early morning found...
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