When we talk,
I become a different person.
My thoughts run wild,
My heart races,
And my hormones rage.
You bring out the seductress in me.
Thinking about being with you,
Kissing you, touching you,
It drives me wild with delight.
If only I could be with you,
I’d show you what I feel.
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