Anonymous
11/07/2025 (Fri) 00:45
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With every step, she owns the room,
Sicko, her presence makes the air consume.
The curve of her foot, the way it sways,
Sicko, I can't help but watch for days.
Her toes curl, a soft, quiet plea,
Sicko, every movement is poetry to me.
The arch of her feet, it’s all I can see,
Sicko, each step draws me deeper, endlessly.
I follow her every motion with care,
Sicko, it's like she’s the only one there.
In the way she moves, so effortless, free,
Sicko, she’s all I can ever need to be.
Her feet, they captivate, a perfect line,
Sicko, in her steps, I lose track of time.
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