Getting bit, by Levina_Michelle
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You're the electric pulse
That makes my heart beat
You’re the green grass
That tickles my feet
You’re the sunshine
That makes me feel warm and soft
You’re the fire
That melts away the frost
Names need not be said
As you lay next to me
On this soft bed
My cheeks blushing red
Smiles glowing bright
Please don’t leave my sight
You bring such delight
You’re the candle light
That lets me see
How wonderful things can be
Flying high and free
You’re my wings
That lifts me high in the sky
Your touch so genteel
It drives me mental
The look on your face
Knits lace
Butterflies in my stomach
You know who you are
In my mind you never too far
As we lay
Let me just say
Those three words
That we both know too well
Oh hell
I’ve been bit
So hard
But I see no reason to throw a fit
Just play the card
In hopes I don’t have to hit
That bug into shards
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Posted: 2010-11-05 15:16:34 UTC |
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