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By Irongirl Submitted by Irongirl Date: 2006 Feb 05 Comment on this Work [[2006.02.05.13.58.23667]] |
| You asked me to break down barriers in an instant. To sing with reckless abandon and sit on the losing side of Strip Jenga. I was out of my comfort zone. But how do I resist you? How do I not notice your soul filled blue eyes? Or your fingers and hands, of which I am an expert. Yours conjure up impure thoughts. You asked me to take your shirt off. But I'm no good at flirting and didn't take cue. I'm still all abuzz the next day, but without a kiss or touch from you. How did two bottles of red not turn into more us? |