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Fingertips Drag my fingertips across your soul- I drive passion like a storm, I follow it strait to your heart. Find you breathless. I do not want to break you, I ran from your warmth, a thousand miles away. When words fail me, you read my thoughts. Your soul taste like vanilla- Your lips speak unmentionable promises… I have seen broken worlds re-built by love, and love crumble from lonely nights. When it comes to the heart, you can never predict. |
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