i see door close slowly
also, oh! it's you and me
you're looking straight
so do i with pinch of fear
that i will feel those craving
eyes rushing up my skirt
i put my thighs together
tight but i smell you
which weakens my knees
i whisper to myself why
then i felt you hand's tap
'last floor where you going'
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