There’s something poisonous about the way he looks at me. I’m afraid of the desire that I can see so clearly by the way he stares at me. I wonder what kind of thoughts he might be having every time he gets to see me, but immediately I stop myself from falling in the paws of lust and passion. I don’t seek for love, nor do I seek for someone who cares for me neither...
If I had you...
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