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By Abogada Submitted by abogadalbny Date: 2006 Sep 03 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.03.02.58.7691]] |
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I rarely confide my fantasies about you. I withhold, or subtly improvise, But I don't tell you about the one where I ask you to leave your ego at the door (promising to give it back to you come morning) and, having opened the great gateway to your heart, I wrap my arms around you And whisper in your ear Begging you to "just let me love you." I have no agenda and I can certainly pay my own way Instead, I long for silly things Like the look in your eyes when you let your guard down And truly smile Or the sound of your breath while making love. I dream that you'll reach over and touch my hand And I'll blush and smile and get nervous All over again. |