Thursday, 17 April 2014

It just happens...

I ought to stop thinking of you in public.

A mischievous grin dawns on my face, and I have the fear of becoming visible to the public.

You'd be embarrased (or proud) of your prowess in my mind.

Nothing dirty, of course, all takes place in the shower...

...or a restaurant table, those places are usually very clean.

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