just dropped in
I don't want anymore our tempo to be interrupted by some outsiders all I wanna listen to is your very coquetted rustles caressing my eardrums everything else, the others can only dream will happen to them, — (it just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in), — a precious sensation, a yearning climax, next to a furtive smile, — yours, mine, jazzing up in a whispered touch like is today, ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ‧‧‧
