hot

It’s hot to trot and on like a shot, but somehow it’s fraught and as hot as it’s got I’m saying ‘no, can we go slow and cool down a minute here?’ and I smile like a fool to watch as your leer is replaced with a sneer that’s making it clear I’m not as hot as I thought

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