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By Sophia Date: 2001 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.18.13.46.31535]] |
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He was just fooling around, Being crazy like he always is, Whitney Houston blaring over the radio at the bowling alley, And he pressed up against me at the pool table, Serenading me, Enveloping me, Touching me, Just being goofy, But when he backed away, I wanted him to return. I'm hungry for a touch, A caress.. A little bit of warm flesh (totally innocent), Too prideful to innitiate, But longing.. Dreaming... Maybe not him, Someone else completely. Doesn't matter. (or maybe it does!) I just NEED to be touched. |