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Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Sprawled out on the floor of your attic
just you and I, no limits, but the time
Theres no way to put into words this feeling
no possible way this could ever rhyme.
A kiss on my cheek, so innocent and sweet.
I say, "show me what a real kiss is," baby
so you kiss me repeatedly, soft, slow, on my lips
inquire, "now are these real? Just maybe?"
"Almost," I respond, barely at a whisper:
wondering, how could this be any better?
You smile, and snuggle up closer to my side
I know, there is nothing else that matters.


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