You remind me of the Spanish era.
When the country was still run by those foreigners.
You of course is one of them.
Your high nose. Your fair complexion. Your eyes.
Captivating.
Your body is a piece of work.
You've put on a little weight, but still one would want to see what's underneath your shirt.
Just writing about it makes one's mouth water.
God, what I'd give to one day push you to a wall and put my tongue inside your mouth.
These thoughts are not right.
You're married.
So stop smiling when you pass by my way.
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