What I Shouldn't Imagine, by Unintended Subscribe to rss feed for Unintended

You whisper my name,
Instantly received by my body. 
I'd do it all for somebody;
That happens to be you today.

That smile, I know
Hides dirty secrets from me.
I like the bad boys, apparently.
Everything I do is only for you. 

The delicious smile and exciting charm:
Its like Christmas morning in March
But the feeling is sweeter in the dark
When I'm engulfed by your arms.

A crooked and knowing smile
Finds its place on your mask.
There's so much I want to ask
Once I get down from this high.
Posted: 2012-03-13 04:50:34 UTC

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