I'd honestly hate to "see" you out of my life.
I'm sure you'll do great, I just know, or should I say... I believe my expressions are unmatched.
Loving and fucking unknown to the average "human" Being. My desire runs though my veins like Vodka; or Rum; made by the Jamacian Priestess I once was.
Perhaps you put a spell on me.
There's a thought! As I have become consumed by you. Fiending like a junkie awaiting my next "hit".
I need it right now; I think more than my next breath.
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