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Heartbeat
No one can do it like you do.
Speeding up, slowing down, skipping beats.
You make the raise of heat.
The dropping of cool.
The fire burn with every touch.
The chill of winter can’t even stop you.
The way your eyes watch me, makes me feel like a kid again.
The way the kiss on the cheek always takes me back to my days thinking of boys were icky.
You have something about you that no one can beat.
This feeling is for only me and you.
Only you can do what you do to me.
Making me be on could 9 is only a fraction of what your touch does.
Fingertips full of power, power over me.
Now my heart will never beat the same.
Speeding up, slowing down, skipping beats.
You make the raise of heat.
The dropping of cool.
The fire burn with every touch.
The chill of winter can’t even stop you.
The way your eyes watch me, makes me feel like a kid again.
The way the kiss on the cheek always takes me back to my days thinking of boys were icky.
You have something about you that no one can beat.
This feeling is for only me and you.
Only you can do what you do to me.
Making me be on could 9 is only a fraction of what your touch does.
Fingertips full of power, power over me.
Now my heart will never beat the same.
Published 25th Jan 2012
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