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Its not all the time... but when he does come around... *sigh* feel magical kinda... |
| ** April 3, 2008 ** Butterflies flit out of my heart and into your hair As i scratch your scalp with great care. Perfectly content; wrapped all around... Sink into one another, and im ready to drown. So hours later, you are gone But your scent remains strong... I catch myself wallowing; Forget about breathing or swallowing... A rush goes through my heart- Who knows how long we'll be apart? Until next we meet, My sweet, Your tenderness lingers; And the feel of your fingers.... This is where i want to stay Till next you go away. How can i convince you to stick around To see what it is that we have found? |