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By Blue Angel Date: 2001 Aug 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.11.17.46.3301]] |
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When my phone dins at 1:00 a.m. My body throws a flush...I want what you WANT. When the line is dead, with nary a sound I can guess your story... Morning glory. Give it a tap, tap... my door, every so lightly, politely Come on in... Then come on in, again. Begin. Don't end. Baby, BABY... sweet LOVER... No other. |