Can you feel me out there, where I'm shooting my voice into the dark, smiling large, talking hard? Can you smell the cinnamon on my breath, feel its spicy heat on your neck?

Every sound I desire to make is a whisper of female gushes, of pink-nerve sensitized sighs, of secrets. Can you feel me?

Every move of my body is designed to heat blood and make you peer deeper into these greenish eyes.

"I used to fear you looking deeply."

"Now I need you to look deeply."

I'm a rainbow is cat's eyes atop a hungry licking of a lip, and another lip. I'm hungry. Can you feel me? Can you feel the rumble in my belly? I'm hungry.

You can feel me.

Open your eyes, let me close them.
Close your lips, let me open them.

I'm coming on a hot cinnamon breath.

I am coming
for you
on a hot cinnamon
breath.

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