You have no. Idea. What you do to me.
When I read you, I breathe you
My Body Shudders as I speak you
I moan as I beseech you
I flee to you
I
I
I
Caress your face with my words
Give you life with my verbs
Play out quick fantasies
I'm not worthy
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.....TheGift
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Posted by Chamelli at 12:50 AM
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