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He
Love at a fast pace
The obsession hits
Tantalizing fingers
He kisses me
My heart beats
Turning away
I tell her to calm
Or we will not make to eight
I disconnected
From his warming forgiveness
I blamed my doubts on him
When he was the one holding the sign
Kara Jean your amazing
I tore it into pieces
Now I pray he sees
The fake world
Was not reality
His body next to mine
His eyes staring into my soul
This is my
Frustrating
Chaotic
Knees weak
Sweet
Sensual
Bizarrely fantastic life
My heart, soul and mind
Have tranquility
The obsession hits
Tantalizing fingers
He kisses me
My heart beats
Turning away
I tell her to calm
Or we will not make to eight
I disconnected
From his warming forgiveness
I blamed my doubts on him
When he was the one holding the sign
Kara Jean your amazing
I tore it into pieces
Now I pray he sees
The fake world
Was not reality
His body next to mine
His eyes staring into my soul
This is my
Frustrating
Chaotic
Knees weak
Sweet
Sensual
Bizarrely fantastic life
My heart, soul and mind
Have tranquility
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