You aren't someone special
I've consented to allow that image again
Play with my mind, special is hard to find
You aren't someone special
Just some extrapolations of time
Play with my soul, pain wasn't the goal
You aren't someone special
I've let your touch make me yours again
Play with my clit, you and I really fit
You aren't someone special
Feelings have run their course before
Play with my heart, like you and I are apart
You aren't someone special
Just someone really valuable today
I hope one day, you chose, with what you
want to play...
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2024 01:14
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
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