Soft. He is so soft
Not to the touch. I have not yet felt his skin.
Sweet. He is so sweet.
His words are so kind and keep me happy.
His. I am his.
For some reason I feel drawn to him.
Ambitious. He has ambitions.
He sees a future to be had with me.
Precious. He is precious.
Father of a daughter and a good one it seems.
Green. He is green.
Clean and pure and everything I need.
Frank. He is Frank.
Frankly I think this man is a good thing.
Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
Soft. He is so soft
Not to the touch. I have not yet felt his skin.
Sweet. He is so sweet.
His words are so kind and keep me happy.
His. I am his.
For some reason I feel drawn to him.
Ambitious. He has ambitions.
He sees a future to be had with me.
Precious. He is precious.
Father of a daughter and a good one it seems.
Green. He is green.
Clean and pure and everything I need.
Frank. He is Frank.
Frankly I think this man is a good thing.
I get nervous when we talk. He makes me blush alot.
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