moccasin shoes

the thoughts still remain. I can put you in those heels.. wrap you in that dress.. and you are an object .. telling me what to do.. robotic and I’m ok with chatting with Ai..

I have the buds but I haven’t smoked them, vanilla cashmere on my feet.. the idea of her running away.. she’s afraid .. a fear she’ll grow out off.. selling her shoes in street.. trusting her feelings .. as we all have… there’s no denying it