just something to cling to in a storm.
now if you could just please, imagine you arelooking into my eyes right now
and i'm taking both your hands in mine
and telling you, solemnly:
there is nothing going on.
then maybe, just maybe...
you'd feel my knee against your inner thigh
and i'd drop your hands and reach for your sweet face
and all i want is to bask in you
bathe in you
swim in you
breathe nothing but you
wear nothing but you
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