Just keep on mind that English is not my first language, if I make cringey mistakes, I am sorry :)
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Maybe it is the feeling I get when he touches me. I can see his eyes clearly, traveling down and up on my body.
And when he grabs me by my waist, I feel his hard chest on mine. My legs tremble.
Just by looking at his wonderful face, with so many emotions I have never felt before; I can't help but squeeze my fist.
I wonder what is going on inside his head. I wanna know every single thing he thinks about.
I wanna be the only one he fantasizes about. I want his beautiful fingers wrapped around me.
His skin with no flaws is the only thing I need to look at.
Now I am just staring at him, under a beautiful sunset.
His facial lines are brighten up by the beautiful colour of the setting sun. I want to touch him.
I want to touch him more than anything.
I wish he was mine.
And I wish he was real.
