Intro

"Five Five, one forty five
Black hair with blackest eyes
Wheatish skin, twenty-two
Status: negative

In search of conversation
Name withheld
Just drop me a line, I will get back to you all right in my sweet time
In a dry spell

Ideal: hot lips
Versatile, club kid
Eighteen to twenty-nine only need reply"

In here, I can hide. This, my dear sweet indulgence, is where I thrive. My confessions run rampant. They overflow. You get them or you don't. But it doesn't bear repeating. So, please, don't bother asking. Yes, in here, I should surely hide.