Each day
By Kiah
Each day. Velvet lips, crimson smile, sultry stare right at me. Right in the face. Of all I was looking away from. Each day Subtle T’s Mixed among the pleasant treesThere is the girl that I work with. She makes me feel. She makes me. Makes me steal glances of enticement. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 01:51 PM PST 10 • 0 • 16
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