Are you obtainable?
Your appeal is what makes this all seem...
SURREAL...See;
Your mental has enticed me...But was this supposed to happen?
Were my hands meant to caress my own thighs?
What's to become of my lustful leak?
The puddle of wetness settling in my briefs...
A hidden lust for something; someone so distant.
So I tease myself with the thought you.
Please myself with the thought of you.
Free myself; with the thought of you.
Wondering if I'll ever...have you...
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