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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.14.19.08.25323]] |
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There are things only he would know from where, we once were at things that only he would say tiny this or that Tangy sweetest oranges were part of how we met and words described in jest by you still evade me yet How could you know these things Unless you read my mind do psychic traits abide in you secrets help you find How could we have ever met Once before, you say I know you not, for if I did I think I might have stayed I've gotten to a point right now Where you thoroughly intrigue me send your chills right down my spine temptingly besiege me My minds a whirl, a joyful sound echoes thru my brain You fill me with a steady flow collecting you like rain Making me feel so special like an orchid mongst the weeds planting tender shoots with words filling my thoughts with seeds The bottom line, that I must admit To your tender tepid touch Is that, YOU'RE the one who's special I admire YOU so much. Your words breathe life into the world Of strength and inner grace Leaving me filled with a taste of you A thirsting kind of place Your phrases often do reflect Things, only he would know But I care not, who you are I'm absorbing your ebb and flow ~ |