Mmmm
I see you, you're eyes wandering over then darting away, then staring back at me. An me unable to look away. You try and control it but you can't ignore it. It's primal, it calls from our senses. We can't explain the attraction but it's there, pulling an tugging till it slaps us in the face. I step outside, to gather my thoughts. Control. Must control. But oh these primal instincts. Maybe it's the pheramones calling to each other, maybe it's the way you're hips move, the soft lines that follow you're curves, the way you're lips glisten as you drink, you're voice. Maybe it's you're eyes, I can feel them peering into me like you know me an I dig it. An I see right back. I see you're torn, you want to be good but the craving lingers on, and the freedom you desire I can sense it. You here it all the time, that you're hot. You know it, you feel it. Ah these primal senses that pull us together. You're lips most elegant and alluring an taste oh so sweet, how I desire to be inside you're world. But it can't be yet freedom calls you, I call you. Oh this attraction may be for tonight an then leave us but the kiss will linger on in our memories. Just as this attraction stimulates my senses an intrigues me. Hmm time will only tell weather we will meet again and the attraction remains. Time won't change pheramones so time may be our friend. Till next time
By Matthew Branton
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