A woman of leisure

What do I know? How far will you take this?

If we are meant to be we will make it through the storm. I will grow and develop into lovely me. I won't fake it. I'm pure and tight for you.

And a bitch and a sleeze. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Honestly, I find myself perplexed by your handsomeness. Your beauty is still a mess waiting to please you more than before.

In Canada it wasn't dry. I was moist for you.

My lips are sealed how can I do this to both of you. How can I repair my stupidity? I'm not miserable but I ache for you. I long for you.

I yearn for you. I learn from you. I am a woman of leisure.