poor your heart out
is it a bad thing that all i want to do when i see you is unbutton your dress shirt one by one until i get down to where its tucked in then slowly unbuckle your belt and slide it through each loop until it slips free while your hands are tied behind your back. i could restrict you with my body and the only thing i’d let you move is your stomach muscles when you breath and you’d have no choice but to let my lips dance on top of your skin. i could blind fold you and then you wouldn’t be able to see the real me but i guarantee you would feel my finger tips trace all over your body. crushes can be dangerous. its them to blame for turning me into this mess.
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