I’m every sinful thought you’ve ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, steady eye contact, and that wet grip that'll make you forget your own name.
No rush. No cap. No mercy. Cool.
I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion—actually, I always thought that line fit.
Text now, and don’t flake X; I’m not the one.
Which, okay… if you’re talking to me, I check that text line and usually answer fast there—anyway, just keep it real.
