By tweety
Date: 12 March 2001
desireyou
Just a thought. It started with someone I know who causes delirium.
That someone would be you.
Soft pressure from lips and tongue.
Melting sugar that just keeps melting.
Touch, tongue, touch, tongue, every inch a fascination,
the longer, the more bliss,
To sense all of you, the real candy, so sweet.
The presence, the cute cheek blush, it makes me blush.
Here, there, gone sometimes, back other times, drives me crazy.
That's o.k., I'm not going anywhere.
If I do, well, there I'll be, maybe with you.
Take me, somewhere, nowhere, right here, just take me.
It'll all sort out. Now, later, another kiss, another touch.
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