my fix

<font face=times>march 11, 2006 Your kiss, your touch, your hands Just let them wander don’t think about anything but us We’ll figure the rest in the morning after Grab my waist, hold my hand, love all of me The surrealism of a girls heart For she’d give everything for one day Then continue making a new start We can pretend we’re more Just for today We’ll imagine we’re in love That love is real in the midst of may We’ll look for the thing that fills our hole Half full for a minute or two Before I’m out searching for another fix Hoping this time it lasts longer than my taste of you