and you, and you

tell me the story of your hauntings, night-sweats, fairy dust love affairs, what's this world of your sorrounded by in these quiet moments? when i see you, across the tiny room, on a sofa in my mind your waiting for me to kiss you and leave you breathless, waiting, wanting.

2003-06-26 | 11:08 a.m.
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