caught you staring…
At the crescent of my under breast glow or my perfect lips is a hell of a coin toss.
Fancy yourself a lover of chance?
Fancy yourself a lover of chance?
Man of my dreams, woman of your nightmares reoccurring.
Everyone has a sleep paralysis demon.
It’s been me before you could remember and it will be me again when you are memory itself.
💋
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