I can’t see you anymore, John. Why, you ask? Because you are dangerous for me. You are untouchable, and yet all I want to do is touch you. Have you touch me. And I know you want to touch me, I know you do. It’s the way you look at me. It’s just lust, I know, and I don’t mind it. I don’t care. I want it too. Hard against the wall or on your desk.
And I can’t touch you, so I have to say goodbye.
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You weren’t the first. He did it to me too. He’s a user.
Ok. Goodbye.