another movementAs she came to me I was struck with wonder So close to me, to what end about this I did ponder. Her warmth, as her hands gently touched my skin I held around her closely, tightly I knew it was a sin. Darkness in the room, darkness that was far too bright my vision becomes blurred and I wish for night. Forever happy that I my loneliness you have broken I feel your heart beat, no words need be spoken. The movements come to me as waves on a shore and though I fear that it will never be enough, I don't need more.another movement
Im allways glad to get wacthed here.
But...emh...why?
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I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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