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If I Could, I Would (27, March 2012)
I want to always remember you,
And the things you do.
The way you touch,
The way you made our passion rush.
The way your lips curl,
When you're satisfied.
The way you smell.
The way you inhale and exhale,
As you sleep beside me.
Your wiskers against my cheak,
As you gently kiss me,
And feel them when you embrace me.
The ecstasy you make me feel,
Surely it all is't real,
Or really ever was.
Your cold and heartless ignorance,
Proves me right.
But I still want to remember you,
And all the things you do.
And the things you do.
The way you touch,
The way you made our passion rush.
The way your lips curl,
When you're satisfied.
The way you smell.
The way you inhale and exhale,
As you sleep beside me.
Your wiskers against my cheak,
As you gently kiss me,
And feel them when you embrace me.
The ecstasy you make me feel,
Surely it all is't real,
Or really ever was.
Your cold and heartless ignorance,
Proves me right.
But I still want to remember you,
And all the things you do.
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