You asking of my full name was ur strategy to gain attention. It surely seized my brain and sent my thoughts a crumbling down like a danger Tower on browbeating the wrong block. The neurons in my brain dance to the rhythm of my heartbeat and argumented it tempo resulting to supply more air to my lungs and my evaporating whatever moisture kept my lips sealed 🤐 Your eyes drifted onto me, almost droopy. The bags under our eyes look like they made an effort to come to existence by burning a part of you from which it arose. It's as if you have a lighter in those apertures. My skin feels ignited. My body has an ignition temperature 🤒 less than that of kerosene, so smoother me. Your Highness. You just have to tug that tuff of hair back in its place and look me in the eyes. I see you stand up from your seat and walk in the direction of my mortal presence seated. The nonexisting hair in my body stands up to whiff ur footsteps bring my eyes to roll back into my head and I feel a certain force strumming the strings connected all my organs. That smirk that you explicitly fabricate on your face does more harm to me than my soul being conquered by an alpha you. You hand over the diagnosis to me on a digital cell phone. Which read I dialed my digits and let you explore my excitement, sorrows and more in years to come. #teemahreexee #message
