Remembering old passion
I want your hands in my hair let them slowly sweep my neck slide your lips down my chest hold me close with every breath sweet cheeks of innocense can change easily with passion the soft silky blankets that cover you the feeling of being in lust not love is very undescribable to have someone to hold to have someone to kiss to have to share all night with with one nights' passionate blissErin, I hope you don't think i was stealing your idea from your poem..i forget what it was called but it made me think of a time when i was happy with someone and i wrote something similar cuz your poem made me feel something similar very similar actually so i hope you dont get mad at me -love kayla Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 10:32 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I want your hands in my hair..."