I am expecting for your hands To take me fiercely but gently. And that is all of my demands – At doing this you’ve been so deftly.
The dress I’m wearing is for you. It’s obvious that I am burning. And this is not exactly new For me to feel like I am falling.
I like the February’s snow ‘Cause unlike yours its touch is tender. The weather is fifteen below But I’m not ready to surrender.
I am still waiting for your touch. Although sometimes you make me pissed My lips, and hands, and heart, and such Are just unable to resist. (10.04.11)
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