Strawberry brunette

Strawberry brunette 
Nate the sublime 
We sit here on the bus near as I stare I watch her hair she sees me stare the feeling as our shoulders gently rub together are as soothing and as smooth as silk..her skin cream like milk... my skin chocolate... she watched me as I came on the bus drenched in rain ...I watched as she melted with my first touch...she talked to me it was as if the heavens had opened and all hell had hushed ....then the bus stopped and she said to me ....
"Call me later i have to get off the bus"...
I watched as she walked pasted and no I did not gleam at her ass...her figure her beauty was pure astounding....she was my strawberry brunetted angel....

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