You ain’t gonna be the same baby
f(Kryber) - I Don't Wanna Love You
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f(Kryber) - I Don't Wanna Love You
You ain’t gonna be the same baby
Your love is running away
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f(Kryber) - I Don't Wanna Love You
You ain’t gonna be the same baby
Your love is running away
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?'s pov
Where am I?
I tried to open my eyes but they disobediently refusing my orders.
What is happening to me?
I attempted to move my fingers but they just won’t budge!
Frantically, I focus my mind trying to gain some control over my body when something soft touches the top of my tall forehead.
What was that?
Strangely I feel good, really good in fact, so good that warmth ignited and exploded from my stomach and shot straight up to my face.
Am I blushing?
What was that actually?
My heart throbs so loud that I could hear myself. Then a wave of familiarity sweep over me. My left cheek lifts up slightly flaunting my signature smile.
Why am I smiling?
As if having an aim in mind, the soft touch continues it’s journey planting itself down on my nose bridge, rest on the tip of my nose for a short while before it retreats and halt there.
My lips got tired of waiting and pout a little urging the touch to proceed on.
Why my body is reacting on her own?
My lips is rewarded. The soft touch lands on them. A wet muscle tissue wipes my lips teasingly and moistening them as if asking for entry.
Oh my goodness! The touch is... ?!?
That is not important. The crucial thing is should I let it in?
My brain firing millions, billions and possibly trillions of neurons trying to make a decision. But I had forgotten one thing.
I have no control over my body!?!
A long wavy dressed in hot red lady standing in the middle of the out of b
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