When You Hold Me

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By LaShawnna •

When you hold me I feel happy, as happy as a little kid playing in the trees. When you hold me I feel safe, and secure, as safe as a newborn in her mother's arms. When you hold me I feel like crying, crying tears of joy that is. When you hold me passion takes its place, and I surrender to your caress. When you hold me I feel so much love that I fell like I'm going to burst with love. When you hold me I know that I belong to you, and you belong to me because when you hold me I know our love will last forever, and for always.

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November 1, 2005 02:59waterlily

this makes me think of a man i liked alot when i was a little kid! i never felt safe and secure in my mother's arms so i can knot relate to that image.mayB i could if i pictured my Jewish grama!
it would be a luxury to beheld now i think.rarelydo we cry out of joy.how nice for you though!
hold me passion.never heard it phrased like that befoe butt i suppose you are correct.whomever you wrote this about must B very lucky!

November 9, 2005 01:59waterlily

i still like it ...except for the momma's part