Dream
Sometimes it’s her hair, or her eyes, or lips.
Sometimes it’s the way she tilts her head when she talks.
Sometimes it’s her breasts, or her ass.
Sometimes it’s the way she walks when she knows you’re watching.
Sometimes it’s hearing her speak your name.
Sometimes it’s her long legs, or her creamy skin.
Sometimes it’s the words she uses when she talks, or those ideas that nobody else ever has.
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