lunch breaks with kira
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Wed, Jul 9, 2025
kira , she always sits at the pond benches , silently eating her lunch while sketching down her newest ideas on her drawing pad. curiosity grew in me as I would find myself wanting to take a peak of her mind through her art. her pretty eyes always darting across the paper as her slender hands sketches.
kira , oh to hold your hand and admire your beauty.. I shouldn't have fallen this deep in love with you but here I am.. in my favorite spot behind the pavilion, the cover of the trees and a good distance behind you. you smell wonderful always darling. I treasure these moments during your lunch breaks.
kira , the woman I wish to love, the woman I wish to talk to. I want to get closer, so much so I could live in her skin.
do you feel the same?
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