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Love that you love and cherish me the way. that you do. Love that when you look at me my heart. turns to goo. Love when you speak your words touch. my soul. Love that when we touch I lose all sense.
Such a vision, pure Angelic, As you move about the room, Hair drifting past your shoulders, Humming soft a lovers tune.
When I get home, you're there on the phone. So quiet as I come in, silence fits right in. We stand there silent, as time stops, flows silent, before our loving hearts, still attracting our hearts.
Take me slowly, ... Gently, Hold me close and sigh, Let your hands wander... Oh my, There is no rush for power, We're free for hours, Just take me slowly, ...
I love you so much. I couldn't want any more. Our skin is touching but I need you closer. I want to hold your heart I need to embrace your soul. I need you to know that our love is eternal.
Can't you find your voice I can hear you turning Over the noise Of your thoughts I'm learning To listen hard at night Close the bedroom door Hide beneath our bed Heart pressed to the floor Can't you...
Cough syrup in pallid handling hands, this fear is substandard. The mirror in your eyes reflects a hollow projection of your voice.
My head feels empty, And yet I am full, Full to the brim, Full of you.
And how do you feel now. Do I fill your mind every minute Still. Do you seek out a face in the crowd the same.
Define my existence, My torn paper edges, With your rough-soft kisses, Lips and stubble, Hands woven in my Tumbled hair, On my back, Held tight, tighter, Like I finally matter.
An angry little china doll, turned to silk from his touch. Naked is not enough anymore, at times you would think it was too much, but today, now, naked is not enough.
If I could. I'd forget. The feeling. Of your flesh. Your hot breath. Your kisses. On my neck. Your hands. In places. Reserved for lovers. Our smiling faces. Aglow. Amongst the covers.
Is it wrong that I always turn to you, Whenever I feel worthless. Somehow you always give me back, The glory of being me.
There's a beat In my heart It sounds louder just when I think of you Then I skip A beat When I imagine you kissing me It's weird It's great I can actually feel your lips Oh, I am trying To...