A dark mysterious demonor that screams tell me more
Her skin soft as silk tone with honey milk chocolate
Luscious lips she bites with effortless ease.
As I swam in her seat of love the passion and intensity heats up
I'm to run be scared
She says I am not easy to love,she yells I'm a overthinker I may even overreact sometimes.
She promised if the love is real she will love me wholeheartedly
She tells me I will always be cared for and I will always have someone in my corner.
She says maybe I'm not that good at being loved
I am pretty good at loving

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