Play misty for me,
by the warm bedside or is it on the floor?
where we play footsie, and I dream on.
Let me move to your beat,
that weakness that leaves me beat.
thrusting gently, you make me speak.
body talk, i listen as we communicate
side by side
never to the limits,
we play safe,
sure and want,
you and i.
maybe's just maybe's.
let's enjoy the moment.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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