- Yaira Ebanks
- Jan 17, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 12, 2024
close your eyes
promise not to peek
let my whispers guide you
my subtle touch rouse you
keep them closed
getting ready to expose
heart racing faster
tonight I’m your master
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