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Aug 02, 2009
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Something....
Something about you....
I can't put my finger on it,
but my hands tell me all I need to know
Tracing and dancing across every sleeping curve
A brief spark of electricity following fingertips in tow.
But passing you in hallways, I need to know more
If I see you, I must touch you
Hold you, until you melt into my pores.
I've never seen a love this all-consuming
To throw convention to the wind in all that we're doing
Then again, I've never been this spoiled
And you smile, knowing that I'm damn near ruined.
Is it because you're forbidden?
The candy behind the window,
The secret that stays hidden?
Or is it just the pure deliciousness of your soul
That forever sways me to do your bidding?
All I can explain is that you're comforting warmth
Even in the hottest of all summers
You feel like home, you're my Gaia,
My goddess queen, my Earth-mother...
I should probably have a thorough head examining
Because sometimes I take your left hand in mine
And while you never suspect a thing
I sometimes close my eyes and imagine
The soft "clink" of unseen rings.
I can't put my finger on it,
but my hands tell me all I need to know
Tracing and dancing across every sleeping curve
A brief spark of electricity following fingertips in tow.
But passing you in hallways, I need to know more
If I see you, I must touch you
Hold you, until you melt into my pores.
I've never seen a love this all-consuming
To throw convention to the wind in all that we're doing
Then again, I've never been this spoiled
And you smile, knowing that I'm damn near ruined.
Is it because you're forbidden?
The candy behind the window,
The secret that stays hidden?
Or is it just the pure deliciousness of your soul
That forever sways me to do your bidding?
All I can explain is that you're comforting warmth
Even in the hottest of all summers
You feel like home, you're my Gaia,
My goddess queen, my Earth-mother...
I should probably have a thorough head examining
Because sometimes I take your left hand in mine
And while you never suspect a thing
I sometimes close my eyes and imagine
The soft "clink" of unseen rings.
— Taylor Delaware, Aug 02, 2009
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Janice Pearce
16 years 10 months ago
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16 years 3 months ago
One of my favorites