Lovin It, by little_irish_rose
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I love the way you look at me,
I love the way you stare.
I love the way you talk to me,
and tell me that you care.
I love it when you kiss my lips,
seductive and so nice.
And when you're not around me,
my body feels as cold as ice.
I love the way you think of me,
and call me all the time.
I love the thought of being yours,
and of you being mine.
I love the way you hold my hand,
wrapped tightly in your own.
I love the way you hold me close,
it warms me to the bone.
I love it all,
everything that we do.
But above everything else,
I love you. |
Posted: 2007-11-13 03:23:48 UTC |
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