When you get close, all my radars go off. But I can't resist your hormones, your body, the sporadic freckles on your cheeks, and your soft hair.
It's impolite to show off your sexiness. Your henley shirt and your suede jacket made all kinds of hormone levels in my body rise sharply. I think this is an offense, relying on your strength to feel confident.
Your approach is an interrogation, and I can't wait to confess.
I can't write anymore, so I'll pause now!
Confess I loved you from the start.
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The author is a product of father issues, stay and go as he pleases
Intention: Live the way you and I want