Fantasy Encounter
I see her walk into the coffee shop. she looks my way and my heart does a skip and a hop.
I see her, smoldering hot, walk into the coffee shop.
she looks my way, a melting gaze, and my heart does a skip and a hop.
Her eyes smile over the mask.
I want her to join me but am fear full to ask.
Sh…
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