After the date ( a meal)
Back to her place for coffee and a joint
No emotional agenda
That's the whole fucking point
After the coffee, ( instant )
She lays down upon her bed
No intrusive penetration
I just get to give her head
After the head (my preference)
I watch her drift into slumber
Her calming pulse and happy face
You got my number...
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