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I Was Listening To Nickel Creek
I find it hard to pull away tonight
His breath moved in rhythm with my soul
How I could lose myself inside those lips..
& I imagined myself melting into him
My mind & heart folding
Inside his arms
If this is the only chance I get
Just
Please
Let me be
There
His breath moved in rhythm with my soul
How I could lose myself inside those lips..
& I imagined myself melting into him
My mind & heart folding
Inside his arms
If this is the only chance I get
Just
Please
Let me be
There
Published 19th Dec 2009
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19th Dec 2009 8:48am
...little story that leaves so much untold - yet within it you manage to serve up a super size portion of despair, Kandice. You usual high standards of self torture prevail.
19th Dec 2009 9:03am
Maybe this one needs to be reworked so you can feel just what the story saying though you could leave it to be subjective. I appreciate the words & you've inspired me to look at it again. Thank you, A.
19th Dec 2009 9:10am
