If I revealed, in genuine, the depths of my desire,
I’d understand your hesitance, you likely would be shyer.
So I should lie wholeheartedly. But should I? Would I try,
if knowing that there’s one way through – by seeing eye to eye –
and we misstep. There’s nothing left, but dignity. Why lie
when dominance, incontinence are falling rather flat
(just like you) is pretty now at least you aren’t fat.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
If I revealed, in genuine, the depths of my desire,
I’d understand your hesitance, you likely would be shyer.
So I should lie wholeheartedly. But should I? Would I try,
if knowing that there’s one way through – by seeing eye to eye –
and we misstep. There’s nothing left, but dignity. Why lie
when dominance, incontinence are falling rather flat
(just like you) is pretty now at least you aren’t fat.
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